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Dukkering
Kolo The Seeker
Four birds singing, listening, free
As they fly or sit beside the tree
The fool looks forward out of the card
Hands raises, bleeding, no pain hard
The dog looks at me, tame, sits calmly
Rabbit timid, crouching, seeking safety
The fool's cowl is back, empty, light
Spring time here, greenery is delight.
Yek the Shuv'hani
There is wisdom here of age
Great learning, and a mighty sage
Yet compassion looking down below
At those whose need is great in woe
His staff held firmly in the air
Power hidden, restores from fear
Gold to give, for others aid
Peace within, and not afraid
An ancient order of distant days
Whispers, his incantation says.
Priestess
She stands between the broken gate
Alone, singular, and without mate
Displays dignity, power, serenity
Calm, sad eyes look out to see
In middle age, her beauty keeps
But children unseen, a secret keeps
Beside the past and future days
She knows the arcane, hidden ways
Alpha and omega are carved here
Where stands prophetic female seer.
Empress
Here is fine regal dignity
Standing in calm serenity
Her quest to seek still more
On the blue lakeside shore
Until she finds by old stones
Wood holding pain and bones
Now she has found her peace
Her journey here does cease.
Chariot
Before wheels, the chariot was a man
Carrying people across river’s span
Or the land, Here see his resolution
Perseverance, and a steady motion.
He holds a staff, its green shoot grows
Draws water from where river flows
Like Charion upon the River Styx
Here strange travels, uncertain mix.
The Pope
Old in wisdom of great age
Spiritual rule of mystic sage
Hand raised in magic cast
Perhaps to bless, or to blast
Power here of occult form
Upon his throne, he does conform
To his calling, special way
Incantation, chant or pray
He holds the secret golden keys
Locked secrets no one sees.