Last Chariot

Seventh Son of a Seventh Son

 the night has a thousand eyes

 

The music fades, past dance is done

  the future’s siren cries

 

Seventh Son of a Seventh Son

 all prophecy would say

 

Your father deaf, your mother blind

 bequeathed of both you pray

 

Seventh Son of a Seventh Son

 last chariot at the gate

 

New flames have come, the beating drums

 the lots have cast your fate

 

Seventh Son of a Seventh Son

 one choice to leave or stay

 

Deception fore, with lies behind

  —time killing either way

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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