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Tarot Poem

Tarot
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I set out with the world in my hand

Sun above my head

The star dressed my night sky

Then came the devil,

I fell head over heels

He was my moon

I was his justice

We were the lovers

 

We set out to conquer as the Emperor and the Empress

But, then came a day, our tower came tumbling down

He transformed into an evil magician

All I got was the hanged man

Cups spilt over

Bad blood is drawn from the swords

No more wands

Pentacles were out of my reach

 

I withdrew, I became the hermit

I turned to the hierophant

I trained for strength

But I was led towards temperance

I let my old self-die, after the death

I was greeted by the fool

 

When the judgement day finally arrived

The wheel of fortune moved ahead

As I gracefully got back on my chariot

Now the high priestess guides my way

And again I set out

with the world in my hand

Sun above my head

The star dressed my night sky

But this time the devil won’t get my soul.

 

 

 

 

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