A price is paid for every Quest.
Draw heart’s blood from out bared breast.
Spin soft silk of needly nettle,
Boil beef broth without a kettle.
Sort grain from grain, and pile apart.
Be still, when silence breaks the heart.
Raise the rock and seek the stair
That descends from light and air
To the dread domain of Death.
(Eyes averted. Bated breath.)
Open not the box you bear
Back up that steep stony stair;
Bring up treasure, honest measure.
Even so, your Quest may fail.
Who has found the Holy Grail?