At the crucifixion as others would watch
He collected drops of the messiah's blood in a vessel
For this blood was holy, it would cure and heal
Joseph of Arimathea saw to the burial of Christ
He served him for the joy of serving
Like all others, compared to Christ he was unwashed
He understood the life of the savior was special
Before burial of Christ, Joseph felt moved to kneel
A life worthy of a rich man's tomb, his flesh sacrificed
None could offer a life more deserving
For the benefit of all mankind
Joseph's life was then blessed
Made wealthy, made famous
But he knew he had more to perform
To serve all men, he had a duty, to serve
Not lazy, pampered, this life he declined
The sorrow of men to him confessed
Called to go to Avalon, soon to roil in chaos
The vessel of blood would soon be called to transform
All of those who drank from it, Only a king of worth
Arthur's soul would hollow, and he needed to partake
Only the vessel, a Holy Grail, would cure him
Only one so moral, so pure, as Galahad could hold it
And offer a drink of it, to the King
