Seeking that long-lost Holy Grail
The knight blunders blindly through the woods
Full of bracken, and thorns, it’s inescapable
In staying on the middle path, he’s sealed his fate
Whispers abound in the undergrowth
Full of sleeplessness, spite, and hate
Conflicting with his pure and goodly heart;
Corruption spreads from this wasteland.
Until the morning comes, there’s no escape
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