Tarot Reading Poem Poem by Leila Samarrai

in giving judgment against us, hear us with patience

Beneficence,
would you be mine villain within
the affrighted sun ye that sees the light,
sun and stars

that we may inquire my youthful sabre, please
but behold you silver Zion,
once, adulteresses'

I have seen the dead,
I have seen the deed
I whisper murder and your name
on my lips.

fires of the wave,
veiling the horizon.
they lifted to the sounding goblet,
effaced letter engraved:
JUDGMENT court le monde Primitif.
shame clings to murderers!

(sound od poker and gambling, shuffling and dealing)

...let the rustling tower be near
red be the tint of streams,
but vain's is thy wish
seem to pass through a vale of tears.

(the sound of Klazomania)
Behold, king of backstabbing spears will be the sentinel of tarot pack!

I have seen the dead,
I have seen the deed
I whisper murder and your name
on my lips.

red traveller night
assails
there unceasing lord of day reign
eclipsed adieu
to live unheeded
snare.

that to pterosaurlike maids
trying to prostitute me through
la Isla Bermeja, The Lost Island

I have seen the dead,
I have seen the deed
I whisper murder and your name
on my lips.

The foe came forth my dark bosomed ship
to cheer my carrion to waves and roars
The friend's ghost long for an equal fame

stridulous trinkets made by dark javelins
the milestone of distance from -

o slanderers of Rahab!
so careful is thy harlot, and anxious to last.
It will suck your blood until your guilt cries out.

clairvoyance said, scratching out a rising Arcana:

I have seen the dead,
I have seen the deed
I whisper murder and your name
on my lips.

Its claws on my back.