Hushed tones, casted eyes, you lend me your trust
Trail behind my words, I promise to lead
You to visions of love and luck and just
As I spew illusions woven from greed.
But what of it? I caused your eyes to glimmer
High Priestess is drawn, but you are The Fool
Fire burns on my tongue, its flame never dimmer
I seek company and my cards are my tools.
© farah dy, 8 April 2020.
