Holy Grail Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Holy Grail

There are some creatures,
coming out of the woods,

After the curtains falls,
And the minds are feeling this confirmation
And the confirmations,
that are yet to be seen,

A prawn of something else,
who holds you up like his stars collections,
a box of hidden dark treasures,

The lights that you are,
greeting into these widen lids,

A thousand lives,
billions lives
this evanescent flower,
maybe more of the breathing masterspieces,

maybe a man's dream to live forever,
this sponge of the life,

Like this life and all kinds of life,
this holy grail,
only he is capable of giving
but witholdingin his hidden DNA's.

How can he
how can you otherwise,
accept this cup,
this miracle of life given as this is,