The die is cast; the cards she’ll turn.
Inverted Chariot. New concern.
Amongst the crowd, a flash of red –
silks, crimson, knotted at his head,
moss-agate eyes, austere and stern.
The King of Wands – for him she’ll burn.
She reads as though she could discern
his fate. Again he’s fought and bled;
the die is cast.
The Two of Cups. Her heart’s nocturne
insists the reading must adjourn.
He stands apart, her dreams unsaid,
his name imprinted in her bed.
She’s crossed the point of no return:
the die is cast.
Tarot Rondeau: Alea Iacta Est
March 19, 2012 by missjuliettemac
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