His Destiny Wed Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

In the song of the antelope,
the Prince heard his Queen

Now locked in a convent,
her beauty unseen

The tower still distant,
its ramparts on guard

Just one point of entry
a hero's reward

The mist in the valley
her prison unseen

Through clouds in the distance
her pleadings, her screams

The miles before him
twin antlers ahead

His future unfolding
—his destiny wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)