Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Last Moment To Burn

Blistering thunder
Cracking asunder
Craters form
High ground being torn
Its ledges are sharp
Concealed in the dark
The rain blows in gales
 —ancient prophecy hails

Blistering thunder
Fate pulls you under
Vows you made
Point straight to your grave
Death’s legions await
You fall through its gate
Your last moment burned
 —no more chances to learn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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Lyric Man July 9, 2018 at 7:46 PM Kurt.. your skill comes shining through!!

Daniel Turner July 9, 2018 at 3:05 PM Another fine write, Kurt. I've been reading your poems for a couple of years now and you are a very talented writer. Keep up the fantastic work:)