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Twist of Things (Version 2)
The Wheel has turned—its creaking cry
spins smoke through corridors of fate.
The air is thick with omens drawn
from cards too dark to contemplate.
The Magician greets me, face reversed,
His tools now twisted, veiled in rust:
The wand deceives, the coin corrupts,
The cup spills lies, the blade breeds dust.
He chants in tongues that stain the light,
his altar cracked, his mirror blind.
He bends the Arcana to his will—
a trickster threading through the mind.
The Tower looms upon the ridge,
The Moon bleeds secrets into stone.
If I don’t rise, the Hanged Man calls,
to swing beneath the world, alone.
Yet still, the Star whispers beyond,
Her silver breath a distant plea:
"Let go of the false, embrace the fall—
For death alone can set you free."
Written by Hazel Phoenix at 9:52 AM MST on 07/31/2025
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