It is time, the world needs to be saved.
And the grail has found a home in shaking hands,
Hoisted above a new found murmur.
For these riddles makes them all thirsty.
‘Can’t you see the halo? Call for a truce!’
‘It’s only a kiss, I will find my way out through the noose.
Maybe I will drown in the dripping grail and forget my part.’
Lest the well runs dry; lest only cramps reel in the platter.
So tonight let the grail twinkle in divine light.
Beware! Keep your primal nature subtle.
Quite a sad scene from the holy book: the bible.
A poem by Tonny Wandella