Kurt Philip Behm

Last Orphan (+3)

Immersed in dark matter,

it fights not to hide

 

A target blood red,

and covered in lies

 

It cries out for justice,

it cries out in pain

 

Until an arrow strikes deeply,

truth firmly ingrained

 

Its point bringing light,

its shaft driving home

 

A message of hope,

into falsehood atoned

 

And deep in your memory,

a last orphan screams

 

Renamed in the vengeance

 —rebirthed in this dream

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

Threatening Kobolds

 

Escaping the prose…

I hid in the verse

 

My mind to compose,

instead of converse

 

Defying description,

I sang through the notes

 

And placed my inscriptions

in lyrical rote

 

I chose to hear music

over reasons again

 

To dine with the mystics,

where forever begins

 

And when forcing my pen

back to stories untold

 

The Muse starts to darken

—threatening Kobolds

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

Unclaimed

 

A Poetess schemes

A Poetess dreams

In the thick afterglow

Of what’s never to know

 

Her feelings unsure

Her words premature

Her voice still unnamed

 —her suitor unclaimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

 

Across And Through

 

Crawling across the desert,

Running through the wilderness,

Walking across the ice

 —searching for the truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)