A waking soul of Western slumber rises
Eastward, from the depths of the nurturing wood,
Tipping over its goblet of honey,
And bathing the wild in glimmered ambience.
With the golden knight’s arrival, comes forth
A fresh flourish of notes,
Augmenting from a single chirp
Towards a breathtaking symphony,
Kindling the grandeur of creation
Atop a raised crimson chalice.
A glimmering paladin upon a hill
Dismounts his steed of equal gleam,
And lays his glinting guards aground.
Retaining still his radiance,
He leads his bridled guide affront,
His hunkered crest toward home and trough
Where both will rest beneath night’s gems,
An offering the grail paid part.
The wood returns its gift in full,
And listens to the waning tweet,
Its patron winking back in leave.