The empty Cup is an abandoned Scottish Castle.
It could be Airth, Balmoral, Dalcross, Carrick Castle
No King, No Queen, No Prince, No Princess…
No Flag, No garrison, No Army, No Knight…
No damsel in distress, No battle to be quelled…
No moat, drawbridge, high doors, look-out posts…
No Hamlet outside…No farm animals…No noise…
It is as though some secret had wiped all from existence
As if the flood gates been left open allowing tidal waves
or a rush of water to sweep away all place and memory
leaving no history or mark - left utterly featureless
except for a few mysterious tea stains streaked
upon the walls inside the empty courtyard
…and what might have been a dark cloud drifting
above or the shadow of the mouth of God
licking lips putting the mug down on a wooden table,
playing with His creation…