The Sword

by Jean Johnson

  Set your trap and be your fate

  When Lady is the Master’s mate

  The Fourth of Sons shall find his catch:

  The purest note shall turn to sour

  And weep in silence for the hour

  But listen to the lonely Heart

  And Song shall bind the two apart

  The Fifth Son shall seek the sign:

  Prowl the woods and through the trees

  Before you in the woods she flees

  Catch her quick and hold her fast

  The Cat will find his Home at last

  The Sixth Son shall draw the line:

  Shun the day and rule the night

  Your reign’s end shall come at light

  When Dawn steals into your hall

  Bride of Storm shall be your fall

  The Seventh Son shall he decree:

  Burning bright and searing hot

  You shall seek that which is not

  Mastered by desire’s name

  Water shall control the Flame

  The Eighth Son shall set them free:

  Act in Hope and act in love

  Draw down your powers from above

  Set your Brothers to their call

  When Mage has wed, you will be all

  —THE SEER DRAGANNA