When we last caught sight of the grail
Standing around in our armor and swords
Each of us in our own ruined castle
And felt the light descend into the lifted chalice
And the bell's toll echo in our blood
And then the long withdrawal of the angels
(Why can they not stay with us)
And after all this nothing more wonderful
Nothing more profound and sublime
How can our king still not be cured
We can hear his moaning miles away
How can we just be left to return
To our petty crusades and jousts
And watch the world burn
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