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.