I saw a banquet richly spread
I went to feast on what was there
But like a memory of the dead
It vanished into empty air.
The cup remained for me to drink
But as I clutched the golden hilt
The wine transformed from ruddy pink
To muddy water laced with silt.
And suddenly I saw the hall
With silver roof and oaken door
Was leaking through the matted thatch
A dingy shack, and nothing more.
The host, so gallant with his tales
Of kings, and men, and holy fire
Flicked all around his dirty tail
And hid his whiskers in the mire.
The rain came down upon the roof
My feet sank downwards through the mud
God fell down like a house of cards
And I surrendered to the flood.
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