A waking soul of Western slumber rises

Eastward, from the depths of the nurturing wood,

Tipping over its goblet of honey,

And bathing the wild in glimmered ambience.

With the golden knight’s arrival, comes forth

A fresh flourish of notes,

Augmenting from a single chirp

Towards a breathtaking symphony,

Kindling the grandeur of creation

Atop a raised crimson chalice.

A glimmering paladin upon a hill

Dismounts his steed of equal gleam,

And lays his glinting guards aground.

Retaining still his radiance,

He leads his bridled guide affront,

His hunkered crest toward home and trough

Where both will rest beneath night’s gems,

An offering the grail paid part.

The wood returns its gift in full,

And listens to the waning tweet,

Its patron winking back in leave.