Little Deck of Cards

Little deck of crumpled cards, I feel and caress, ponder my quandry and stress.

I cut and and cut and fold, can you reveal what fate might hold? Dare I ask?  Am I so bold?

Pretty pictures in the wavering candle light, show me truth I pray and steer me right, grant me now once and true the gypsy sight.

Major, minor, cups and kings, reveal to me what my future brings! Am I the black haired man, holding wand aloft? Am I the fool that merrily towards his doom does waft? An’ who be the queen with starry eyes so soft?

I tremble as I watch the tower fall, and hope as I watch the sun rise tall. I can so nearly hear the song of fate sound clear or is it the tolling of the raven bell as death draws near?


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Jacko Steenekamp

To sum myself up is simple. I'm weird.

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