A shriek to wake the dead And he wondered what it was He was riding for Jerusalem With streets so paved with blood Suspicion overhead Resembling a bird He held his breath and wondered Was this that sound he heard? He followed to a stone And saw a woman there She was littered with Chrysanthemums With roses in her hair Fountain lay beyond With liquid blue as flame He took a sip and wondered How could he be the same? Was this the mighty city? He wondered as he fell And all the ground around him Was this his holy grail? Jerusalem the mighty Lay only in his mind And in his death he glistened With kindness for mankind