Day 12 ~ The Legend Septimus Whimsy

Septiums Francis Whimsy, Professor of Celtic Mythology,

Esteemed as an Arthurian authority of some renown,

Made a profoundly important discovery whilst poking around

In an unpronounceable small town in Wales.

He had wandered about in a wood calculating the path of a comet.

While collecting Nitrous Bonnet

(mistaking it for its more fanciful fairy cousin)

He unearthed the Holy Grail.

THE GRAIL!!!

He sat down and wrote a sonnet

In praise of the ancient cup.

But an angel came down from on high

And wafted the old Prof (and the precious cup) up and very far off.

Knight at the Crossroads

Tired, he came to the crossroads,

to the place where his own dead were buried.

His horse halted without his command,

its head bowed down to the bone dry dust of the arid hostile earth.

Even the birds were silenced.

No water was here to be found.

His life had no purpose now they were gone

but still he must travel on,

seeking the grail as he always had,

for the grail was his last long hope.