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.