Racing karma’s Chariot,
Justice calls out
the Hanged Man’s warning
again, again —
to every far-flung corner.
The Tower’s tribulations
rain down, down.
Our days remain devoid
of Temperance’s alchemy,
of the Wheel’s fortune.
The Sun has retreated —
our North Star no longer visible
on the distant horizon.
Only the Moon still bears witness.
Yet no Emperor shall save us.
No Hermit to lead us —
not even on a Fool’s journey.
Sapped of Strength,
the Magician’s wizardry
now bound and barren, as well.
Lo, the Empress, the High Priestess —
they, too, have forsaken us
to this ravaged World.
And, so ye Lovers and Devils, alike,
feast lustily on your gods of Death
at the Heirophant’s haughty feet.
Soon, soon,
[Written by Michele Mekel.]