The Fortune Teller Poem by Estrella Eguino

The Fortune Teller

The Witching Hour fast arrives
Tired old streets are forced alive
The chosen deck is called to rise
A modern altar design in size
Specks of dust and ashes pure
Only the loftiest will it lure.

In strange communion time apart
I tell the tale with a broken heart
It is no different than other times
The thoughts much louder than the rhymes
All explanations to suit my needs
With Kings in tow the Joker leads.