[For Morgana] Against the cold of the western wind, against the demons of the night...
The year is waning and the time of Hallowmas is approaching quickly. Parsifal is at work on the chapel, shoring it up for the approaching winter and bringing in a few simple wooden statues of the Apostles and St. Michael to deck out the altar.
More importantly, he's bringing in a spare basin to catch the Blood that drips from the head of the Lance from time to time, as it stands propped on its tripod, on an angle to allow the Blood to fall freely into the catch basin he's placed at the foot. He has several bottles already lined up on shelves in the sacristy and he's perplexed as to what to do with it.
He might be, for this reason, a bit loose-tongued about the matter.
Title nicked from "All Hallows' Eve" by Inkubus Sukkubus (yes, irony, using a Pagan Rock song for a Knight of the Grail, but this typist who seems to have Druids on her paternal grandmother's side of the family loves this song and thought it fit). Looking for a Morgana, though anyone who wishes to approach him is welcome!
More importantly, he's bringing in a spare basin to catch the Blood that drips from the head of the Lance from time to time, as it stands propped on its tripod, on an angle to allow the Blood to fall freely into the catch basin he's placed at the foot. He has several bottles already lined up on shelves in the sacristy and he's perplexed as to what to do with it.
He might be, for this reason, a bit loose-tongued about the matter.
Title nicked from "All Hallows' Eve" by Inkubus Sukkubus (yes, irony, using a Pagan Rock song for a Knight of the Grail, but this typist who seems to have Druids on her paternal grandmother's side of the family loves this song and thought it fit). Looking for a Morgana, though anyone who wishes to approach him is welcome!