Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Fool's Quest

What Fools are they, worthy men;
upon errant quest to have undertaken,
amidst Hesperian gardens, an eternity forsaken,
to seek a Grail more glitter than golden.

To four corners distant, journeying from pole to pole,
Time withers all memories endeared,
leaving all for lost, amidst the wasted years;
An empty longing even tears cannot console.

So my dearest Kathryn, only one promise I make unto thee:
An errant knight upon Fool’s quest, I’m afraid I cannot be.

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