Arcana unmade

Art made by me.

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By the night…

By the sea…

Let the Ancient answer me.

Hollow voices.

Blackened skies.

Open now

Your obsidian eyes.

Weave the curse where secrets dwell,

None shall break this binding spell.

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The first card hungers.

Turn it slow.

Death remembers

What you shed.

Layer after layer,

The old lies bled.

Not the skin

You wore before—

Only what must break

Once more.

Every echo

Left unspoken.

Marks the hour

The chain is broken.

The Moon illuminates

What lies sleeping

Shall arise,

Wrapped beneath

Her watchful eyes.

Trust the silence,

Not the tongue;

Some destinies

Cannot be outrun.

The Star remembers

Every vow.

Whispered then

And answered now.

Every thread

That time has spun,

Pulls you

Where the path’s

Once begun.

The High Priestess lifts no hand,

Yet every spirit

Knows her command.

What she buries

Sleeps unseen…

Until she parts

The veil between.

The Empress plants

What blood has fed,

And crowns the living

With the dead.

The Emperor bears

The shadow crown,

Where kingdoms rise

And kingdoms drown.

The Lovers find

The hidden gate,

Unlocked by a curse

They cannot break.

Hand in hand,

The crossing made…

They walk

Where former selves

Must fade.

One hand offered.

One withdrawn.

Either way…

The spell lives on.

Justice marks

The final seal.

None may bargain.

None appeal.

When her scales

Refuse to sway,

Even kings

Are forced to pay.

Truth need never raise its voice.

Time has made the final choice.

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So heed the deck,

The hour is near.

The wisdom you seek

Shall now appear.

Remember this

When stars descend,

The beginning hides within the end.

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Art made by me.

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