Saturnine the fool decried in bringing forth this plan
an avatar of straw revived to create a demise
and giving yet another poke into his little friend
the king of jest prepared to play the game that will not end

Namelessly it drifted through as vapor serpentine
then slowly coalescing in a drama much refined
the Necromancer stood and leered at what he thought to gain
in company of shadows bearing promises of pain

With fingers long arthritic from such powers having borne
the magician flashed his deck of cards each eager to engage
and challenged one and all to seek a fortune or a fate
but only fools had dared to speak and none survived to date

His entrance with a somersault the fool then shouted out
what bring you forth to play on me in such a shiny deck
the sorcerer just glared and said, a tie to fit your neck
most wonderful! the fool decreed, I wear purple, green and yellow
clash with me never for you see I'm such a jolly fellow
and tote for you a gift as well to give you such a grin
and turning with a wink he said now let the game begin

At last! the mage whispered within, the colors fazed him not
besides, a silly madness showed beneath that jester's hat
two jacks to open, both one eyed now let's see what he's got
said the master of all magik with his gambit falling out

Amazing! from the fool who said you really shouldn't tease
now eye my ladies if you please, delivered with great ease
and feeling good I'll raise you four
you follow yet? do not forget
where once there was a door

The magik man reviewed his hand
I thought I'd dealt... but never mind
a fishy fool this seems to be with hook in his symbology
and disconcerting more is that his toy begins to look like me

A tremor rising with the man
though all is in I fear I fold
perhaps I'll play another day
sheepishly the man did say
a marker I can offer now
though carried with me long I vow
to leave this deck - the joker's wild
and forever has been your child
I should have seen your likeness let
the back of every card to fet

Permission granted! waved the fool
but know you've broken every rule
so listen now and I'll portend
new colors plus a smile to lend
as you become my little friend
to leave behind your haughty way
and serve this fool instead of you
for just a time and for my reason
while you lose yours but for a season
said turned about with one more wink
then boldly stepping off the brink
and little friend though now on four
chased to begin the game once more

The gold that's laid by not but quill
malaise is fought to germ
it seems there is a precedent
to wrestle with the worm

so deep within your cauldron meld
the timeless triune brew
a sprig of life, a grain of truth
mixed with a sanguine hue

and sally forth between the dross
as talus piles abound
by loaf of bread and jug of wine
not meat alone is found

Arise my Queen
your kingdom stirs
the morning star ere breaking dawn
bids westward soon to fade away
in merging with another day

Oh Venus child
of loving grace
thine hills and valleys softly call
to echo promise without sorrow
birthing newly born tomorrow

Whispering
your servant begs
cool beckons to the fire engage
the log of Yule 'tis yours to rule
our special time to play the fool

In ecstasy
we hand in hand
with lightening flash and thunder roll
make tide to ease and seas demure
the rhythm of the world ensure

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I look into the well at depth
and see some branches burning
the thin and small they flare so bright
the sparks do fly to my delight
but quickly pass as day to night
cinders to glow and smoke to flow
ere all their ashes fall

I look into the well and see
the body of a once great tree
that fell to such a dismal depth
it's witnessed by a single star
that's up above so very far
where broken limbs once heaven sought
now watch their children die

I look into the well to peer
at days to pass when embers fade
and vision passes into shade
that grows into the darkest night
yet keeping watch yon single star
which watches which, is it the well
through which the denizens of hell
are yearning?

I look into the well and sigh
dare I to meet them eye to eye
and guess upon a moot to meet
should I not bring something to eat
perhaps some wine to satisfy
the red of course, flagons for all
each lowered by a silken thread
to honor fates which may prevail
so therein rests our tale

Might we have some Sympathy for dial-up Synchronicity
some friendly cognoscente to avail
our needs develop faster in Perception of disaster
but could a witch or Wizard save my tale

Would someone please like Alice condescend to fill my chalice
that the gates unto high fantasy unfold
and can my nymph portend that which a Disney might transcend
to reach a new dimension never told

Your face seen in the misty light and laugh that floats on summer night
the dream of which I cannot quite recall
ever moving under skies yet never seen by waking eyes  (1)
invest in me some pieces of The All

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