Author Topic: Victoria's Poetry Stop (Read 55771 times)

Clay Death · « **Reply #300 on:** March 26, 2016, 11:34:10 pm »

Michael Cranford

Of That Grail

Of that grail, could you really not tell?
Before kingdom came to ruin and fell
To such betrayal of something felt clear
Tangled web of hearts in greatest fear
And blinded by such as if under a spell

A quest for atonement on perilous trails
She awaits in seclusion past mission bells
While with Excalibur drawn never to near
Of that grail

A knight once but fell into a hollow shell
With a cost that torments as that of hell
As such sorcery alters everything so dear
Is she the Morgan Le Fay or Guinevere?
Or perhaps the lady of the lake to take sail?
Of that grail

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