Jonathon Earl Bowser's

The Legend To

Waiting for Parsival

Parsival the Red, the Brave,
the Strong, the Quick, the fool -
Left the Fisher-King to bleed
an ever-growing pool,
Left his lonely wife to wait
until he found the prize,
Never saw a blessed thing
that passed before his eyes.

Legends say he found the Grail
within a distant land,
And thereby earned eternal fame
did Parsival the Grand
Some say thus the Wasteland low
was raised and brought back up;
Some say Red found trinkets and
a stupid bloody cup.

"Over yonder's where it is that
we must make our quest!"
cried Parsival the Eager
Parsival the Blessed
"Mighty are we happy few
who journey to that land!"
Left a mighty trail of blood
did Parsival the Damned.

"Here is naught but wasting,
so our destiny is there!"
said Parsival in parting as
he rode off unaware
that we remain and watch him as
he wanders far and near;
the long and lonely path leads home -
the Prize is waiting here...