Parzival Redux

Five years
in the Dark Wood
wandering, lost,
seeking the Vessel
that must not
be sought,
the Drink
that might quench
his relentless,
burning thirst.
No choice given;
the wyrd will out.
Is this a Noble Quest
or a fool's errand
or perhaps both?
In any case,
he hopes to be
fully fool enough
for the job.
  - mce