the darkness expandable .. but I see more then just empty
Darkness in the void .. I see being and spirits of yester years
The jester dead in his rotting gold costume ...
The cards that speak to me and show me to way ...
The divinity surrounds my physical being
The board shall guide me to the truth
Each time I cast I bind my love .. I find myself bound more tightly to her
She of wavy hair and broad smile , the lovers seem to touch on the card itself
The devil bound me by thine chains
But death shalt be fast and swift
The fool over his cliff of doom
And temperance in disarray
The suites make battle
And fate will call
The red strings that pull us all
Deeper and deeper the pentacles guide
As smoke and salt shall smite thy goal
So this spell I giveth to thee to bless thee and make you mine
By the moon the day I cast
Guardians and spirits all amassed
May my spell tale effect on her
Three times as good three times sa bad
So mote it be ....
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