Kurt Philip Behm

Destiny Wed

In the Song Of The Muses,

  the Prince heard his Queen

 

Now locked in a convent,

  her beauty unseen

 

The tower lay distant,

  its ramparts on guard

 

Just one point of entry

  a hero’s reward

 

The mist in the valley

  its prison to free

 

Through clouds in the distance

  her pleadings, her screams

 

Two miles before him

   all love waits abed 

 

The future unfolding

  —his destiny wed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)