Prologue
From The Book of the Grail

Brighter than the sun this lake,

Boiling as a cauldron deep,

And though no thing alive could stand

This fiery furnace, molten hot,

Perceval glimpsed creatures there,

Most dark and dreadful to behold.

Writhing beneath the seething surface,

Flames of crimson; amber; gold,

Were things of wing and fang and talon,

As though from the abyss had ````