The Unholy Grail
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Over the toll bridge a young lord and prince
from the realm of Epsom landed Birkdale,
to seek sweet raptures in my limerence
by she possessed of its Unholy Grail.
In the virgin waters of Point Erin
stood a siren in her fair beauty all -
my heart dared to want and its flesh of sin
did upon her besotting favours call.
Remembered are the concubines of court -
a fire in my codpiece and in my jocks,
the jousting grey knights whom over you fought
and a Celtic Queen in long flaxen locks.
O’ what forbidden enchantment was she
and what soft lingering kiss given me.
Written: April 1994
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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