That Beckoning Star Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Siren of fate
lures you onto the rocks

Her beauty enticing
while masking what's not

A shipwreck of horrors
that's not what it seems

Luring you onward
away from your dreams

A phantom discovery
a fool's masquerade

Its promising temptress
an ill mannered charade

And once you discover
your mortality is near

You flail and you panic
while sinking in fear

The distance you've traveled
at a liars demand

Weighs heavy as you manage
one last spoken command

Shouting out to your comrades
to stay where they are

Searching only within
—for that beckoning star

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2019)