I glimpsed the Grail
Removed her mail:
And there beheld an epic tale:
Chivalric odes
With knightly codes
And brave Arthurian episodes . . .
Revealing there
Her essence bare
I touched on divers themes most fair.
The gauntlet flung,
My canto sung,
I read her poem—with my tongue.
My lady-squire
Upon her sire
Now reaped her harvest of desire.
My milk-white steed
Traversed her mead
And she dismounted, free indeed.
Fresh love consumed,
Our quest resumed;
Ideals of chivalry entombed.
Apologies to the Round Table for this allegory of the Spiritual Quest.