Destiny Wed
In the Song Of The Muses,
the Prince heard his Queen
Now locked in a convent,
her beauty unseen
The tower lay distant,
its ramparts on guard
Just one point of entry
a hero’s reward
The mist in the valley
its prison to free
Through clouds in the distance
her pleadings, her screams
Two miles before him
all love waits abed
The future unfolding
—his destiny wed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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