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)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
This has wonderful lines that draw the reader along. Very nice
Once again, many thanks.
Excellent write Kurt
Thanks Tony.
You're welcome
Wow on both of these! Having lived next to an old
Cemetery once, the first felt like home and the metaphor… 🤯 Again, both of these were fantastic! 🌹👏
That means a lot, thanks.
You're welcome, Kurt.
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