Through forests none dare venture near
where mist enshrouds rich mysteries
preserving myths no quest shall claim
while steps alone pose no approach
that castle broods behind its moat
so burrowed wide with no low bridge
implying crossing costs but life
unless admission grants you forth.

And so it was I spied this path
not happenstance by fateful turns
beyond foreboding limbs and rocks
up to those forbidding walls
their brickwork fixed so perfectly
no thoughts of scaling came to mind
and then a floating sense down halls
of marble mixed with flaming light
reflected forms detained from dreams
awakened inward eyes to screams.

But speechless I'm before a King
reclined beside his ancient throne
his whispering elusive tone
some wonders thoughts will scarcely trace
once spellbound by that spectral face
which quizzed me of my worldly name
(not Galahad nor any fame)
dismissing it at most as moot
then raved of Sangreal's pursuit
divulged it veiled within plain sight
should you frame my question right.

And so I asked his misery
- his wild reply: he was once me!
At last revealed, this rise to rule
unlikely King, a former fool,
who keenly heeds your good query.
Grailseeker, please set us free!