As the Cards Fall
By EmpressTiger

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The card falls and is my mirror…
Swords…all ten, and the dog black as night, decree,
Nothing but sadness, pain, and terror.

Looking upon the past I see,
Those gleaming days of gold,
The coins show the time of my wealth,
Stories of happiness and joy are told.

But woe is me,
The future I see,
Too many times its right,
Confusing most of all is he,
This card that falls this night.
Thrice I have seen ye,
Now once more, I fear,
There you sit upon your horse,
Your face still not quite clear.
A coin of gold you gaze at,
And the confusion is at its worst.
Slow and plodding, I can see!
As I’m told you’re near,
And not yet here for me!