Grail Pantoum

And in the end the Grail again was found
Quite humble, undistinguished, void of stones
Preserved without state, in an ancient mound
Beside a barren scattering of bones

Quite humble, undistinguished, void of stones
Gemless, lack-lustre, dull and yet desired
Beside a barren scattering of bones
We bowed before it, er we all retired

Gemless, lack-lustre, dull and yet desired
How did we know it was the cup we sought?
We bowed before it, er we all retired
For there could be no doubt, no vagrant thought.

How did we know it was the cup we sought?
It spoke within us of the blood it knew
For there could be no doubt, no vagrant thought.
This was the cup of He who made us new.

It spoke within us of the blood it knew
Of hands that held it, of the twelve who wept
This was the cup of He who made us new.
While, one, the thirteenth, off for payment crept.

Of hands that held it, of the twelve who wept
For He wept too, that night when all were still
While, one, the thirteenth, off for payment crept.
And Roman guards came up the olive'd hill.

For He wept too, that night when all were still
And prayed that if God willed the cup should pass
And Roman guards came up the olive'd hill.
And now the cup was here, beneath the grass.

And prayed that if God willed the cup should pass
While we, long after, gave praise for its sight.
And now the cup was here, beneath the grass.
Until, Sir Mordred took it, in the night.

While we, long after, gave praise for it's sight.
Preserved without state, in an ancient mound
Until, Sir Mordred took it, in the night.
And in the end, no Grail again was found.