Memory’s faint,
a dark and musty place,
drapes beyond the door:
“What’s this you’re lookin’ for?”
Stepped inside the tent.
“Come hither, my friend.”
She sits me on the floor:
“Found you what was looked for?”
The Master shakes it in her hands,
marked with the runes of foreign lands,
a handfull of blackened telling bones
divining times and tales forlorn.
She lets them roll unto the rug,
a wicked smile and then, a shrug,
for what she reads upon the bones:
“A rancid omen”, said the crone.

She then proceeds to grab my hand,
place it upon a withered deck
of Tarot, wrought with runes enscribed,
divining fates with astounding sight.
The draw of figures, one by one,
the table set, oh! Ancient Gods,
to peer and see what Past has said,
what Present writes, what Future held.

Turn the cards.
Heed the call.
Turn the cards,
reveal what the fates have ordained.
Heed the call,
the Hermit pulls you inward.

Ascendancy, self is shown,
delving much deeper inside.
Eight engraved cups of stone,
drink from the wisdom inside.

Turn the cards.
Heed the call.
Turn the cards,
obey what the fates have arranged.
Heed the call,
the Hermit pulls you inward.

Materiality, worth is shown,
finding the riches inside.
Eight engraved cups of stone,
consume the nectar inside.

This is I, / This is you...
cards won’t lie. / Tell the truth!
What have I learned from the reading?
Peering through, / What was seen?
Sensing you / Please tell me!
yet, strange enough, seeing myself!
Turned away, / In the end...
gone astray, / ‘Round the bend...
constant for lifetimes and lifetimes!
Eight of cups / Eight of cups?
Unfulfilled / Unfulfilled!
Eternal inner search for peace

Denied, never to find true bliss.
A hunger that’s neverending.

This is you, / This is I?
Through and through / Cards won’t lie.
Forever leaving constructs behind.
Peering through, / What was seen?
Sensing you / Please tell me!
yet, strange enough, seeing yourself!
This is I, / This is you?
cards won’t lie. / Tell the truth!
What have I learned from the reading?
Eight of cups / Eight of cups?
Unfulfilled / Unfulfilled!
Eternal inner quest for peace

Denied, never to find true bliss.
A hunger that’s neverending.

Thus it comes to this, the awakening,
it’s yourself staring in your eyes!
Now it falls to this, the realisation,
he’s yourself standing in front of you!

It all comes to this, the awakening,
it’s yourself staring in your eyes!
It was all for this, the realisation,
he’s yourself standing in front of you!
So it comes to this, the awakening,
it’s yourself staring in your eyes!
And it falls to this, the realisation,
he’s yourself standing in front of you!

Seek the core for the vein and take it out.
Seek the core for the vein, pull it out.
Find the source of the vein and rip it out.
Find the source of the vein and tear it apart.