The Queen of Tarot

She is the essence,
of the lies;
A honey trap,
for truths to be lost;
Slipping under her crafty watch,
and her tyrany,
many are wounded;
she cries for attention;
She summons,
the ghosts for your haunting;
she is deceptive,
in her stormy calm;
when her own blood is sought;
behind horrors,
her mirrors,
reflect the evil purport;
She keeps a polished silver platter,
she dreams,
of your bruised heart.

© soulreserve 2015

(For the poetryriot prompt ‘Slipping Under’)

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