History books generally ignored
Eastern Europe’s ethnic kaleidoscope,
But briefly there shone a Renaissance prince
In a place ill-suited for the event.
Contending between Sultan and Kaiser
And an array of secondary foes
You continued what your father began;
For once fortune smiled on Pannonia.
Transient glory your sad legacy.
Library scattered to oblivion,
Tomb desecrated, royal remains lost
Subjects reduced to drinking “black soup”.
But once the raven spread powerful wings,
Soaring over river, mountains, and plains.
Arthur Turfa is a transplanted Pennsylvanian who enjoys living in the Midlands of South Carolina. These places and others are reflected in his book, Places and Times, eLectio Publishing, 2015. His bivocationl career path has given him a wealth of experience which makes for a rich blend of poetry. Currently a moderator in three Google+ poetry communities, he is working on a second book.