The Queen of cups 

stands at the door way to this life

holds a sword of power and might

angels wings and long flowing blue dress

a goddess of wisdom, beauty 

and unrest 

she waits for her knight 

the bravest man of this world 

to free her and her children from this mortal coil 

of reincarnation and rebirth

Her softness not slight of hand 

but the courage of being resolute 

with all that she understands

the man who holds her favour 

a wounded knight 

but one who defends her with all his fight

tempered by fire like a diamond shining bright

but the moons glow hides him from sight 

in the cold pale night

he lives without her until he can prove 

that the cosmic chess game has no more moves 

but stalemate 

His mind may be brave but it does saturate 

with insanity 

but she bears with him until he inhales all of his fear and calamities 

and exhales hope and freedom from those worries and tears from his humanity 

no illusion will shatter his will 

no matter how vulnerable he becomes 

He will grasp her hand still

and understand her virtues

through dark times when he would question his allegiances

and his promise that he made her

no trickster no hidden dragon will make him fall from grace 

he only wishes to be with her and see her smiling face.