Dark words from a mystical tarot reader's secret diary.


Queen of Wands


She's standing there so dark and tall
fire raging wildly in her eyes
surrounding the night with stonecold will
the staff glowing her untamed power

known to the light as a bringer of life
nature's first lady gently blows sunflower air
speaks oh so softly to animal spirits
whispers of faithful love and beautiful homes

but darkness has seized the queen in my hand
black is the wolf that obeys her command
a sickly green ripples through lurking shadows
she looks right through your immortal soul

and drinks the silent blood of dreams





Poetry by Bjorn Karlsson
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Written on 2007-04-14 at 10:48

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Wow, nice to meet your work. Smiling at you, Tai
2007-04-14


Hagzissa
Ah... Glad to see you found your way here to the Bay...

Most welcome, my friend.

I like this one, very much.
It's got that touch of the dark world that only you can describe so well. Very well written!
2007-04-14