The Seventh Daughter

Upon this day a boy was born,

Which some will celebrate and some will mourn,

For he is believed to be the one

The seventh son of a seventh son.

Some whispers say he was born of Satan,

A child of evil to be forsaken.

And others fear the full-mooned night,

Cowering in the darkness and clinging to the light.

Some say his powers will be beyond compare,

Whether used for the good or used for despair.

Is he the Healer, the Seer, fit for the keeping of the president?

Or is something darker in our midst, some ancient form of beast be evident?

As I look on from above, I can’t help but shake my head and laugh

For compared to me, his powers aren’t close to half.

If there is anyone to beware, anyone to behold across the seven waters,

It is only I, the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.

Each woman that came before

Has a trick you can’t ignore

But the seventh of the seventh

Contains each of the presents.

One sister controls the weather, another what’s to come

And one even tells what’s done isn’t done.

Together they have proved to be

What I alone can give to thee

So why, you say, do they admire him?

There is a story slightly grim.

The first seventh woman was so virile

That the story of a man with great power went viral

And us seventh women do not like to boast

So she let the story go from coast to coast.

Then all the seventh sons that since came

Told tall tales to make their fame.

He is no werewolf, no son of the devil

Nor holds a great power of which to revel.

Do not choose to worship or fear,

This boy’s might will never appear.

But do not doubt that he will talk

And all the seventh sevenths will gladly mock.

This I’m sure is something that will not fail,

The boy’s destiny is to speak falsity that will prevail.

March 2016