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)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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