The failing inhospitable kingdoms
where the cross does not now stand
I see myself walking in the valley of kings
where the ancient sands of wisdom do hide

Collecting the particles, it matters
said a voice made of red sweet wine
for the chalice that was shattered
is a grail still wanted by all my kind

I don't want to turn to ashes yet
I have a few prayers before I forget
to the moons sweet glow I will sing
never to be heavenly realms reject

My quest is holy and pure
all the pain I will endure
if I find his chalice
then bury my ashes


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris