The Death Card
I place the cards before me,
my eye draws to one in particular.
It speaks of dissolution to some degree.
My heart stops cold for a moment
and then begins double-quick.
What says this grim-reaper agent?
I’d been taught not to fear,
its meaning most often not mortal,
though ambiguous, in time becomes clear.
The foretelling of a demise,
the end of life as one knows it,
A transition of sorts is what I surmise.
Think not foreboding nor death,
for this card can bring good fortune,
not meant to still your breath.