In the perfect world, I cannot be sane,
in the hall of dreams dark confusions reign.
Days and nights will spin in a dazzling tale
of a mighty knight and a grisly jail.
In a tough pursuit of the Holy Grail
he is far away in the times so frail.
In the sky, young Moon lights the horrid vale
with the shining arms, knights will pass this swale.
Before Moon is gone and Sun growth full scale
God will measure souls marking ones that quailed.
It is early dawn grimy lights are pale
rains and stormy winds with the freezing hail.
Times and days mixed up in the gusty jail,
and a slender maid waits so knights can’t fail.
In a slumbered state in a trance souls sail
between life and death. Will the knight bring bail?
Ballad of the mighty knight
© Copyright: А Н Е Л, 2004
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