I Walk Midnight Arena All Alone

I Walk Midnight Arena All Alone O' chalice of the world, mystical sphere Treasures born from ancient raided castles What of palid crescent moons hanging low And the broken arm of heart's rabid fear. Of smoky Indian jade and silver lace Our God the Painter, seeing deaf and blind This savage earth is it truly our place. Dare we peer through the racing universe Dancing forth forever and forever Zeus in anger and Hermes in full flight Gold cup, silver spoon and weather at June And the venom in a witches dark curse. Seeking the precious Grail, left behind Sacrilege, the holy churches sweet wine Odin in armor drunk as Cooter Brown Is there true truth and dear love I could find? I walk midnight arena all alone. This wind does so chill, deep to the bone. Robert J. Lindley, 18 verse sonnet OCT 17TH 1973