8 of Swords
Seems like a self-sacrifice
To find my soul beneath this vice
Surrounded and loving every minute
By this delicious metal.
3 of Swords
Whose treachery, yours or mine?
To find the tearful woman moan
Her sorrow to a man in a
Can he hear it?
Will you right my wrong?
Will you right his wrong?
Which wrong will be undone?
4 of Swords
War-torn, tomb and coffin
I stand, my hands
In prayer to an empty sky, dead God, etc.
Beside your sword, your tongue unleashed my
The Emperor IV
My, my Emperor
The Ram King! All hail thee, don't bother.
Your royalty to my divinity,
I will stand here unimpressed.
But to your hands, your voice, your caress
My vulnerability I will undress.
The Wise One IX
The resolution, absolute
Do you remember me, saying that
Over and over again? Can you still
Hear my chanting over the shouting
Of the December winds?
Here. I'll say it: I'm sorry for what I've done.
Not only to you, but certainly to
Any I have done harm.
For your bright eyes, and kingdom come
I owe my wisdom, in part, to you.
I forgive you, I thank you
And more than anything,
I release you.
but not entirely
I shake uncontrollably on the floor
in my sobriety
I shall never ask for anymore
I fear your modest control
I will learn what you don't know