"As the wind whispers your successes,As the trees make your way,You stand up among all KnightsAnd you fear no enemy,Showing everyone That kindness still existsEven in a worldWhere people forgotWhat Chivalry truly means.Knowing your own fate,You keep seekingFor that precious GrailFulfilled with miracles and graces,Acknowledging that you,Sweet and kind Galahad,Are the only worthyTo look for it,Next to Percival and Bors,Your noblest friends.You have no choice, then.Ride over the world,Hearing the Holy GrailCalling you,As it learnt how pureYour heart is.Go ahead, little Knight,Armoured servant of our Lord,Shiny and brave Angel!Keep riding and running,Up and down the rivers,Across perilous roadsAnd through mountains.Who knows what kind of adventureAwaits you?And, mostly,Who knows when you'll come back,Especially now thatHumanity needsSuch a precious Knight like you?Hail, hero of the Grail!We all salute you, God's Knight!Once your noble questWill be over,We shall await your returnAnd make a big changeIn human history,By your sideAnd next to your swordOf bravery and pureness.As for now,May God keep you safeAnd may you achieveWhat you truly wish.Keep going, Sir of all the Sirs,For you'll findYour path and,Most importantly,The Holy Grail!"

"I got to be chosenTo find a Sacred ChaliceAnd my quest started.During my adventures,I wondered..."What does the Holy GrailLook like?Where is it?Who brought it awayFrom this Sacred Land?Most of all...Is it truly a chaliceOr is it our faith in God?Who can answerThese spoken questionsMade of curiosity and impatience?Only time can tell.Though the Holy Grail must be found."As I was riding my horse,I kept thinking aboutUnanswered questions,But I knew by heart I would've been the only AchieverOf the Sacred Chalice.From mountains to rivers,I kept riding until I foundAn abandoned little chapelAnd I instantly felt likeMy time had come.I could taste death upon my lipsAnd the more I got closer to the chapel,The stronger that feeling grew.I got off my horse,But it didn't want meTo get inside the mysterious chapel.My horse teared up in front of me,I was disheartenedTo look at it tearing up, as if it knewSomething was going to happen to me.I reassured it and told it"I'm sorry, dear friend of mine,To leave you all alone.There's somethingOnly I can successfully achieve".As soon as I spoke,My horse ran back to CamelotAnd I walked into the chapel,Taking a few deep breaths,For I knew I wouldn't have come backAnymore..."

"Scents of freedom,

Childish innocence,

Ecstatic pureness

Floating in the air

Like rebellious feathers,

Riding my horse

Across strong trees

And through perilous obstacles.

Next to you, close to you,

Dear little Galahad

Made of noble blood and pure soul,

My only best friend.

As the rivers chant your noble name,

As the wind runs through your soft hair,

We ride our horses

Like arrows thrown in the sky,

Hoping to find a way

To defend justice and independence.

Your green innocent eyes look at me,

I look back at you

And I get lost into your sweet eyes.

I feel like I no longer know where to go,

Unaware of your guidance

To the right way.

A little smile appears

Among your red cheeks

And I already feel like

I ascended to Heaven.

Once I smile back at you,

I hear your sweet and harmonious voice

Telling me

"It's gonna be ok, Percival."

And I gently nod,

As we ride over the horizons,

With bravery running through our veins

And love taking over ancient hatred.

This, my beloved Knight,

Is how I want to live

And eventually die.

For,

As long as you'll be with me,

I won't fear lonely nights and death.

Anymore."

"And Kay was there,Sitting comfortablyIn front of the beautiful windowDecorated with colourful mosaics.Drinking wine made with love,Smelling like loveAnd seeing loveIn every living being he noticed,As he did nothing elseBesides being gratefulTo live in such a wonderful worldAnd stepping awayFrom letting others' mistakesPunish him.Beauty is love, love is beauty,Dear little Knight.Take your time,Wash away your pains,Move on and just love and live."

"The sounds of blades,The scents of battlefields.And there was Him.King Arthur.The mystical KingOf all Brittany.Fighting bravely,Overcoming obstacles.I remember those golden daysWhere His KingdomWas shining of prosperityAnd kindness.By His side,The mysterious and courageousSir Lancelot of the Lake,Raised by FaeriesAnd standing upFor His King and His Knights.Both of Them were there,In the middle of the forest,Riding Their athletic horses,Competitions arisingAnd challenges awaitingDown the green horizonFulfilled with mystical flowers,Scenarios of historical battlesAnd mythical conquests,As the desire of freedomCould be feltTowards the secular trees.The oaks, the pines.They all smelled like freedom,They all scented like love,As all They could hearWas Their peopleHappily screaming.<<Long live the King of Brittany!Long live the Knight of the Lake!>>As They keep riding Their horses,They disappear over the horizon,As They breathe adventure,As They smell hope.Lancelot smiles,Arthur smiles too,Looking at each other,Standing up for each other

And defending Their Brotherhood.Clarent, Sword of Peace.Excalibur, Sword of Justice.May the King and the KnightCome back again safely,For the world needsSuch brave people like Them.All hail the Brave King,All hail the Courageous Knight,Forever and ever,Blessed They may be!"

"My eyes were gazingAt such mystical sight.I tried to slap myself,Hoping for thisTo be just a dream.No matter how hardI slapped myself,To the pointOf turning my own cheeks redAnd almost crying.I soon acknowledgedIt wasn't a dream.The Sacred Chalice,That pure and mystic grailWas right in front of me.I shyly got close to itAnd I noticedThat it started shining brightly,As soon as it felt my presence.My red cheeks were nowFulfilled with tears of joyAnd I felt a deep ecstasyRunning through my veins,Up to my headAnd down to my feet.I was shaking,My voice refused to come out,Not even my mouth opened.I instantly feltGod's presenceAround the Holy Grail.So, I soon dropped my swordAnd I knelt downOn the soft green grass,Scenario of epic battlesFought by my King.My companions were confused,Standing up behind me,For they didn't knowThe Holy Grail we kept seekingFor a good amount of timeWas right in front of them.The only thing I truly wishedWas that my King were there,Close to me,For He would've been proud of me

Finding the Sacred Chalice."

"I,Sir Galahad,Was kinda shocked.The King couldn't stop crying.I saw rivers of bitter tearsRunning down his pale and soft cheeks.I asked him why he was crying,Trying to comfort him.He told me he was overwhelmedBy the amount of battlesHe fought and still needed to fight.He hated battles,He truly did,Despite being such a powerful King.So, I instinctively hugged himAs tightly as I could,Making sure not to hurt himWith my armourAnd I took the chanceTo encourage him as much as I could.I rememberedWhen my grandpa used to tell meTears aren't a sign of weakness,But a sign of having foughtFor much too long.That's what courage is to meAnd I wanted the King to be aware of this.Once I eventually spoke upAnd told him that,His emerald green eyes looked at meAnd he smiledAmong those bitter tears.No,My King.Don't look at me with such teary eyes.My heart can't standThat beautiful face of yours,If it's covered with tearsOf sorrow and pain.I want this to beThe first and last timeI see my King crying..."