Mosaic

On journey to the Empress of Tara, the World intervened: jolts, shocks, sorrow, strung up and flogged again, Hung on a hill

Bearing a gift to her stateliness, throw my cards down at her feet, her eyes vague as Moon-beams, one cannot touch, lined with silver warmth

Emrys the Magician, they say I am (well on that long journey one person) – I challenge the Wheel

Not yet permitted to speak, first at her feet, I put down Death, her eyes the Devil would forgive, my eyes say this you did to me, but a dragon I’ve come back

Then, in symbol of the entirety of all unspoken, I hold to her the Lovers, I hold it between her and I, and see the Star twinkle in her eyes, and her become aflame, and yet

We still do not speak, and a year and five months passes, me holding up Lovers between us

At last I speak: my cards, domme morrigan, for you hold my gift now, your path, my lady, I came to reveal it, I revealed all my hand, true love Fortune has declared for us already, but the next card you pick is for you to reveal only