Muse has hit again!

Lamp lit prophecy
Stone damp;
Quill weilded as sword.
Words drip onto parchment.
Flowing as the flame gutters.
This done, in a secret place.
Knowledge of which nobody utters.
Comets fly past.
A waxen moon is cast –
Seventh son of a seventh son at last.
Into a cold world born
Stone damp;
Lamp lit prophecy.

A prize to the one who can guess my literary inspiration!!

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