Upon a time a grail Queen said
'Keep this until you know I'm dead.'
Of sacred oaths, twice a mother;
lily livered, watched her suffer
and maiden fair sought marriage quest
all the while writing at her desk
by weakened, broken sacred bonds
then stalled, kept waiting for so long.
Thus strengthened from the ties that bind
some disappointment left behind
mistrust, revealed a spiteful plot
so bravely faced; though not forgot.
He patiently awaits her word,
shining knight, brandishing a sword.
Hand delivered, foretold her death
when sorrow salted tears were shed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem