Saint Joan
All males undone
by the Lady Son
The trumpets blared
her fire
An Earl first came
her wrath unchained
To Charles
her heart aspired
All kingdom come
to face Lady Son
But to hell
their souls were laid
As her legend grew
and from banners flew
The name Joan
—all hearts to pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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