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)