Death (XIII)

My entrance on a pale horse

Raising the black standard with white rose

Is anathema to most

These bones are survivors

Of the battle between

The worlds of living and dead

This black armour

From the land of eternal sleep

Is unsurmountable

Before me

The clergy, kings and peasants

Fall beneath my hooves

When she flips me over

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This Equinox Season is the perfect time to tap into our intuition & assess where we're going next... The High Priestess is the personification of intuition

She sits quietly and waits

Contemplates her future

In this life and beyond

For a thin veil hangs behind

Separating her worlds

Today she sits on this side

Not because it is better

But to never experience both

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We are all capable of much more than we think we are...

There are times in life

That seem all so tragic

We must remember then

To use our own magic

Are there people around you

Telling you lies?

Take up your sword

Cut all the ties

Next take your cup

Never half empty

Fill it with love

You'll always have plenty

The coins of the earth

Keep you secure

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Remembering things before they happen

Laying out memories that are not

Her own

Bringing out insights

To enable seekers to prepare

For as a fool 

Takes his 

Leap of faith

He becomes

A magician

It has nothing to do with her

Still she shares this

Intense experience

They had never even met

Yet their frequencies

Merged

Revealing the unknown

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