The Curse

The Curse

I dealt our hand my love

And it all came up the Major Arcana.

Death, The tower, and judgement.

The Angels and the Demons all tried to whisper through your pride.

Do not fuck with the Scorpion.

Death for the truth.

I made you speak it.

I make you face it, daily.

We both know what you are, and there is no escape.

Not in sleep, not in Wine.

The White horse rode by,

And stepped over the King, the Priest, and the Whore.

And left nothing but the bleached bones of your heart behind.

Tower for the end.

You can sing your Siren’s song,

You can regret all night long.

You can work on the problem to solve

But there is no resolve.

You will finally know your actions have consequences.

You will finally know there is a final.

Judgement.

May God and all the Angels and the Devils judge between us.

May they judge how much I loved you,

How much I tried.

And the night you laughed about you infidelity,

How much of my heart died.

May they judge the deceit and the lies.

And now, what lies ahead;

Who is the living and the dead.

You got the spoils and the pleasure,

I took the pain.

Now you dare come back again.

To spread your seeds and your lies.

The land is salted.

Nothing will grow for you, and you will still be there,

Your own haunting. Wherever you go.