Holy Grail

He found his heart
In places passed
But ever the pursuit
Drove him insane

His victories had lead him high
His position was unmatched

In burdened day and solemn night
In his heart sang northern rite
A pulse to fill his cup in full
But filled already with dark rule

This Gift is given from on high
But known to give the man his sigh
Accursed implant of the soul
Each step in mire swallows him whole

Holding mighty to his crown
The only thing to keep

Never even batting an eye
The man is without his sleep

The vision blurred, the air is dense
And suddenly there is no sense
Numb to all that came before
To clutch the dream his mind did swore


Holding on to nothing
A husk that clings in vain
Never trusting, he grips in fear
What he grasps contains his pain

Object of his status known
Through trenches and through mud
He glares vehemently at his cup
From his enemies it flows with blood

No turning back for this old lad
To him the sacrifice must be had
In this world there is no gain
If it stems not from his pain

For him it was not known

To fill his cup truly clean
Empty the dirty content within
And from on high
This heavenly stream...

A light will radiate
The gold will show
To sip from this cup
A man truly grows