The mysteries of Avalon

Out of sight, forever gone
In the mists of Avalon
Hidden in the heavy fog
Guarded by the dense, deep bog
Is the secret of the grail
Hunted down to no avail
Mysteries, the holy kind
Will rest in only priestess minds
The Christian God, he won the war
The Goddess worshipped, never no more
But in the virgin Mary’s face
In the world she’s found her place