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)