seven stars
He was the Seven of Swords, plagued by the Devil. What was to come of it? The Tower? The Three of Swords? Or the Ten of Swords? For years she was The Hanged Man under the Moon. She prayed to the High Priestess, for Strength, for Temperance. But the Seven of Swords will leave their love the 9 of Swords. At times like these, she thought of the Six of Cups - when they were the Lovers, the Two of Cups, delighting in the Ace of Cups. They danced as the Three of Cups in the Sun, she his Queen, he her gentle King - no, the Magician. Or, so she always thought. So many years had passed, and still, the 8 of Wands. What would become of them? Was it really the Wheel, or had he been the Chariot all along? As the Hermit, she wondered at her path. Perhaps she had been unknowingly the Hermit all along, bumbling along like the Fool. With the heavy heart of the 5 of Cups, she wrote to him: Please. You were my World. Eight of Cups. She could not say the word Death.
Hasn't anyone else a story they can share?
Hasn't anyone else a story they can share?