Tales From The Realm Of The Queen Of Pentacles

I never wear white White is for virgins Children in summer Brides in the park. My color is black black black Black is for secrets Outlaws and dancers For the poet of the dark. Black is the truth Of my situation. And for those of my station In life. A

A crack appeared inside a wall, A door sprang up around it. Each of these so finely drawn I could not believe I found it. A wildish wind blew it open wide, My childish mind followed on outside, And so I found myself among My hearts delight surrounded

He stood upon the last Bastions of the place Looked out on the ruins With thunder in his face An introverted spectacle In the flowers on the rocks The daisies on the ramparts Blowing free His heart was divided Clouds gathered in the sky The belfry ma