A knight in shining armor rode
Beyond the heathen nation
To seek the Holy Grail myth bode
Unknown in every station
My phone my sword and steady my walk
I took my first short step.
And fell so far down an abyss
I couldn’t even call for help.
The legends spoke of a chalice so precious
God drank from it himself.
But protectors made the chalice a mug
And God was drawn an elf.
“Decipher code to find the way
Doesn’t always start in a chapel,
Maybe it’s tougher than you could imagine
Maybe simple as ‘A for Apple’ “
Many mugs I found adorning my path
From pints to cups to pitchers
But the Grail itself felt evasive and shy
Even as I got richer and richer
I burned a pile of money in hopes
Of smoking out the Grail
And one cold night when the smoke was my breath
She stood before me unveiled
A chapel she had never known
Nor that she was a treasure
Nor did I know she stumbled onto me the same way
Measure for freaking measure
Her heart told her the grail was awkward
And crossed everything off of her list
What mine told me was she knew my heart
And was certainly no Baptiste
She drew me out of my heart’s shell
Her perfume to this day lingers
But just as I stretched out my hand to touch
The Grail slipped from between my fingers
The vial broke, the chalice lost
And the five petalled rose sat frozen
Till two families died and the world showed faith
In the Grail and the one She’d chosen.