Card by card we count to eight
Now close your eyes,
Don’t hesitate.

Poisoned arrows coasting through the air,
But she calmly parts her pretty razor lips
And paints your Tarot solitaire
In red and blue,
Throws it back at you,
Scrawls your name in apple-juice.
The hermit’s useless when you’re dead.

She crouches like a cat,
(Dressed in flowing black and silver silk)
Chin turned upward to the sky.
Her purple iris flecked with gold
Prism, glitter, Shine, and shimmer,
Now deny the mirror spread.

Her narrow hands are white
As powdered winter frost.
A crimson nail upon your cheek,
Heady scent of faerie wine,
Now you won’t eat for a week.

Draw the Eye and wear it well
Wrap it tight around your hair in spiral silk
Cell by cell, disintegrate
In arid winds and water loss.
Now close your eyes,
It’s far too late.

Stars burst within her retinas.
Tendons in her arms are knotted tight.
Her fine-spun-golden hair
Strikes like a pulsing fire-metal sun.
Sprint across the white-washed sands

Draw another card
From her outstretched spindly spider hands.