Tired, he came to the crossroads,
to the place where his own dead were buried.
His horse halted without his command,
its head bowed down to the bone dry dust of the arid hostile earth.
Even the birds were silenced.
No water was here to be found.
His life had no purpose now they were gone
but still he must travel on,
seeking the grail as he always had,
for the grail was his last long hope.