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There is a room,
inside is the grail.
I drink deep of it contents,
cool silver and pale.

I feel it inside me,
I’m standing so near.
A storm comes forth,
I recoil in fear.

I’m cast out of the room,
the iron falls down.
I’m out in the rain,
beginning to drown.

My head through a window,
I gasp for air
And I gaze in the room,
at the prize so fair.

The storm passes,
Back in I come
Only to find
my room come undone

The silver is tarnished,
But I don’t care,
The door off its hinges,
My mind in a snare.

I lift up the grail,
wish it were mine.
It crumbles in my hand,
blows away a dust so fine.

To others it spreads,
They take it with greed
I sit in the room,
bereft of my need.

To others it goes,
I clutch at ground
Thinking of the sweet elixir,
and the perfection I had found.