Parsifal

As you say, a safe practice
Inside these walls.
Intrepid maneuvering,
A parchment to call.
All this whine of engines,
All these spirits for fight
Distilled apparent entrails
Parcel to the sight.
And lo and behold
Monsalvant, Percival
And a festival of light!
Details, details,
Give me the swift kick, alright.
This wish, this distance, cannot be
But might.  This is the list of
Whispers, this death the dish of night.
Now hold up and forget your feathers
Fallen to the ground.
Breathe deep the air of winter
Weathered dark with sight and sound.
Brazen, an intricate conception,
In time given and in time taken away.
Eventually, everything will fade
Into the chaos, into the fray.
Into the frenzy, yonder mountain awaits.