8 Drawn Fortunes

Sycophants round the Empress' throne,Cackling as Fools dripping venomous influence,Hanging all sanity from the curve of the Moon,Quietly, quietly, slake our thirst with Lovers' blood,Until our Tower crumbles with a whisper,And the Wheel circles back around,When elysian Judgment walks again.

I slept for so long

I slept for so long,That my winter feels like forever,The cold that eats away at my memory,And the chill that settles in my throat,Stealing my thoughts and voice. I slept for so long,That spring is a long dream away,Locked away in a cold journal,Sketched in hesitant strokes,Forgotten in deepest inks. I slept for so long.