The May Day Child

Favored Child,
You who is destined for victory
Over greatness.
For if victory is the future
What harm can be held
In the present?

Set sail on a ship along with your peers
Sights toward the conquest
Launched by a king
Revered for once
Prophesied for the future
And what harm can come to you?

How beautiful the truth
That with April showers
Come sweet new May flowers.
And how harsh the reality
That by June
You all will be dead.

Torn from the womb
And the arms of your mother
Forced by a legend
Towards the arms of another:
Sir Death.
And the rocks shall rise up to greet you.

Doom on the cliff face
There’s blood in the water
And you alone
Shall embrace the morning
For sweet victory
Has not yet been yours.

Their blood on your hands
Along with your father’s
Once victory arrives
He’s dead at your feet
Your only inheritance
Despair

And the hatred
Of future generations
All aimed at you,
King of the May Day children
And only you may survive.
Are you really so favored, child?