Song Of No Name

A bunch of fools crawling.
To the world. For the world.

Secrets from the magician in the their lips.
Skin soaked in priestess rosemary perfume.
A flower from the empress in their hair.
The emperor's sceptre in their hands.

The hierophant saw and gave them riddles.
lovers rejoiced in light-and-darkness.
Carried by the chariot to gain strength and patience.

The hermit saw and smiled, he knew
where the wheel of fortune would stop.
and as justice pointed at the hanged man
whose eyes painted death,
their hearts filled with art
and sang the devilsong.

They climbed the tower and it fell
they didn't care, they reached the stars
moon-and-sun glistening jewels.

Now. The Judgment.

A bunch of fools crawling.
To the world. For the world.

And as they saw the World being sucked in a baby's dream,
they stopped and feared they'd lose it all.

And the cards were shuffled again.