THE KNIGHT WHO FOUND THE GRAIL
By Woz
1997
The quest was one of duty
of purpose to fulfil
To seek the Holy Chalice, keep in
safety free from ill
The boldest of the land, young
men and high born too
With intolerance so absolute for
those who evil do
To boldly go, to follow the quest
in abstinence until
The cup was found that had had
the use of Cross and Thorn and Nail
But the knight who found the
Grail looked awful cold and pale
He travelled uncharted lands with
inhabitants of freak descent
Dwellers in caverns, wizards,
dragons festering malcontent
To fight all comers with no
exception and no relief of hurt
To cover one's back whilst at war
or rest to be constantly alert
To avoid the company of
maidens with lewd transparent wiles
Who will steal the knight's
chaste pureness with looks of beguiling smile?
He was young and handsome, fit,
clean and hale.
But the knight who found the
Grail looked frightful cold and pale
He fought the Saracen, the Turk,
the bandits of the land
He fought the knights and
bullies, of all who made a stand
He killed a Dragon and a Troll
and a deceiver of the weak
He freed a maiden and a mother,
ransoms for kidnap bleak
He fought the Green knight,
twice, for this knight can not be hurt
And the Green knight gave him
succour through his honesty and eye alert
He took him to his castle green
of forest in a dale
But the knight who found the
Grail looked terrible cold and pale
For the next few nights of
recovery, of quiet and redress
The Green knight’s young wife did
tempt him with promise and undress
Each night he saw her beauty,
firm youth and potential passion
Yet he turned her away each night
and day and suffered her rejection
He dreaded her arrival and felt
regret when she was gone
Each time she did appear he saw
his purpose last not long
Her beauty seemed to blossom, he
felt it cursed to be a male
And the knight who found the
Grail looked awful cold and pale
But there is a castle and a
keeper where the Grail it can be found
Of its bearing or its likeness
there's nothing spoken not a sound
And the knight who found the
Grail found the secret of the quest
For death will find the finder
that’s the mystery the bequest
So pure must be the finder,
unblemished in thought and deed
Sacrificial qualities-of death he
took no heed
He kneels in silent prayer in the
eternal cosmic gale
For the Knight who found the
Grail looked frightful cold and pale