Death – Card 13 – Tarot

Measured footfalls ring,
metal-shod on cobblestone,
and call the ravens from the roofs.
I thought him fiction, icon, myth,
yet here I swing and here he comes.

Armored knuckles clang,
rapping iron with ivory,
and summon darkness from the earth.
I dreamt I was exempt from this
yet here I hang and here he comes.

Winter fingers snap
with quick and sure finality,
and serve the warrant of the grave.
I was a priest, a mage, a prince,
yet here I am and here he is.

July 3, 2016

Card 13 Death


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