The Lance Fails

Not by Lance
But by Cup
Is my soul given succour

By Grail
By Graal
By Sangraal

I drink from the sacred cup
And I am made
Remade

Made sacred
Purpose returns to my lips
To my tongue

My joy is in Her joy
My ecstasy is in Hers
My armour falls away

I breathe
I drink Her nectar
And I Am