josefskye
TaroT CantoS I.
Fortune’s Wheel Spins:
The spaces between the cards
grow larger every day.
Soon they will be big enough
to fall into - begin that
new life.
The Fool’s left hand
carries his staff and bag
over his right shoulder
He won’t get very far
all twisted up like that!
But then again, he is
rather Foolish!
Now we look at Death, the
grinning Hunter. He is waiting
on the other side.
He never gives up. Quick
let’s hide in the bottom of
The Moon’s lake - the crab
will keep us company.
We can watch The Tower burn
from there - struck by God’s Arrow
it seems.
Oh, here comes that pretty maiden,
but wait, she is pouring water
into our lake, how odd…
I think it’s safe to come
out now, Death ran away….
-Josef Skye Tornick
Fortune’s Wheel Spins:
The spaces between the cards
grow larger every day.
Soon they will be big enough
to fall into - begin that
new life.
The Fool’s left hand
carries his staff and bag
over his right shoulder
He won’t get very far
all twisted up like that!
But then again, he is
rather Foolish!
Now we look at Death, the
grinning Hunter. He is waiting
on the other side.
He never gives up. Quick
let’s hide in the bottom of
The Moon’s lake - the crab
will keep us company.
We can watch The Tower burn
from there - struck by God’s Arrow
it seems.
Oh, here comes that pretty maiden,
but wait, she is pouring water
into our lake, how odd…
I think it’s safe to come
out now, Death ran away….
-Josef Skye Tornick
