Fuelled by the frustration of failure,
The children emulate God’s chosen,
A vengeful angel watches the nostalgic seer,
As the heart of thunder is ripped out and frozen,
The whore plays God with the wolves and the ravens,
Whilst a Wraith steers lost children to Darquelle’s pavilion,
The fool bleeds the tarot cards in tired amusement,
And the sorcerer rides in to oblivion.
Trusting the runes, Destiny levels the land,
The oceans of the sky bring the mountains down,
And the Dragon King is humbled,
By a Gypsy boy and the tears of a clown,
A chalice of blood falls to the sand,
At the foot of a staff and a sword made of fire,
The tower destroyed, the wheel unravelled,
The pentacle is cast in silver and desire.