The Very Arcana

 

In secret

I stained 

And I am faint 

Smoking poisoned cigarette

 

Whither goest thou?

Thee hath lost in mists

My curiosity lies amidst

Covered by clouds

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By truth thou art a knight

Thee rescued me

Thee sheltered me

Forced to forget—I’m a wight!

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Dreams wither

Thou art the ideal

Thee end is real

To begin or to end, I dither

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Thy veil of secrecy

Concealing

Revealing

I am falling, ceaselessly

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Blearily you look at me, without a word

Thy eyes watered

My heart shattered

Love, how absurd

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Thy heart is vacant 

Enthusiasm eclipsing

Indulgence awakening

Mercy mercy you, vagrant

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A wish for descending splendour

Goodness is deprived

Evilness survived

I surrender

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Sophistry, with intent to deceive

Thy foreseeing paradox

Future, how unorthodox

Mystery, I believe

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Thou art the reason

A reminder cannot be forgiven

I am not to be forsaken

Therefore thou art the treason

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Secrets swept sorrows from thine 

Tears filling eyes of mine

Thy premises art labyrinthine

Our fates were intertwined

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I stain therefore I am

Thou faint wherefore thou taint