His Destiny Wed

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)

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