Kurt Philip Behm

Death\'s Indenture (+1)

Many die

to walk unknown

amongst

the living dead

 

Their hearts reclaimed

yet beating still

whose verses

go unread

 

They wander freely

in the night

their chains

relock the grave

 

Awaiting words

you’ve yet to write

to free

— their death enslaved

 

(Calvary Cemetery: February, 2025)

 

 

A Prince\'s Blood

 

The Kingdom’s seeds

within his heart

its reign

a heavy stone

The Jester dancing

with the Queen

caught naked

on the throne

 

His back now turned

the Jack of Spades

a dagger

up his sleeve

A palace coup

in bold relief

his lineage

besieged

 

The music stops

the Jester laughs

the Queen cries out

for more

The Princess

in the tower

where her subjects

cry out ‘WHORE’

 

The drawbridge falls

the King is back

his armor

red and stained

The final battle

yet unfought

dark prophecy

— ordained

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)