Playing in the surf one day
Amongst the castles of my make
I glimpsed an old man, with cane in hand
Little birds trailing in his wake.
His robes were rich but rather worn
Tassels dragging at the base
His eyes were wrinkled in a laughing twinkle
A father's smile upon his face.
He ambled to my plot of sand
I came and sat down at his heels
A line with his cane he drew round my domain
His song now ready to reveal:
"Seeing your granular fortresses
Splintered and broken by the wind
I think of a parable, tis no more fable
That tells of perfection's sad end.
A king ruled in a great castle
Wherein court consisted of these-
A Lord of the land with Lady in hand
And His son the Prince of Peace.
The king denied them nothing
Except for his enchanted grail
It gave him long life and protected from strife
All the village, hill, and vale.
The Lord and Lady were chosen
To rule serf and creature all
Correct any flaw, enforce sovereign law
And centrally heed their King' s call.
But one day having communion
The Lady visited the Priest
Partook of the bread, sipped vintage red,
To put her soul at ease.
Now, the Priest was more pious
Than anyone in this holy land
And he did ask troubled, indeed most humble
"Can you have no food from the King's hand?"
"No good sir, you are mistaken,
Only from the grail must we abstain, "
She made reply, with innocent jade eyes,
"All else is our limitless game."
Now the Priest marked the emerald spark
And said with humble submission,
"Drink of this chalice, He'll have no malice;
You could rule with all his wisdom. "
Straight away to the Lord she went
And found him before wandr'ing long
Melodic her voice, and her words were choice
To bend his ear to her song.
She told how the Priest did advise
His heart to her mean plan to bind
Long he had longed to sup from that cup
So he quick became of like mind.
The day came when King was away
Their design ripe to proceed
They took to the brook, filled, then partook.
Done was the immoral deed.
The king returned from pilgrimage
His heart was heavy weighing
He knew what ripe sin had mock-taunted his kin
And called unto them saying:
"Where are you Lord and Lady
Where hides my beloved kin?
Loathed this day, now must you surely pay
For your most well-meant sin."
But came the Prince out of the Hall
To come and make amends:
"Hold them not in shame, I take on their blame;
Their punishment I attend."
The Lord and Lady banished
The heavens struck with thunder
And blood of man on crimson cross-guard ran
The castle rent asunder.
The prince did pay the fatal price
Of treason to a king
Auric chalice did build a saving shield
Upon him our new made stripes sting."
So sang the man, with birds, as one
As he slowly walked away
The fruition of youth destroyed by that fruit
On that once and fateful day.