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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