The withered, old man in the dark,
The one they call The Hermit
By the silver moonlight, he wanders through
The night ever so thick with pervading questions, but hark,
He knows the answer; or will by dawn permit
Of his guiding light, by the endearing coo
As sung by birds; his only companions in this everlasting night
He will soon find answers that are ever so bright
Under this card’s influence,
You will seek to be yourself so you may follow the star
Of your own path to find enlightenment
By the lantern light, a mysterious sort of loneliness
It will take you near, it will take you far
Until all paths converge and the deliberation of judgement
Will take place
And you will find the face
Of all you need to know
And how you ought to place your pawns next; where you ought to go
I’ve often been called a pariah;
An odd little sweetie who thinks higher
Instead I watch on the outsider and grow bitter
As I wander, as I wonder, beneath night time glitter
Of the stars and moon and shine that I stroll through,
Once I emerge from my eternal night time, what will be new?
Will I have purpose or will I have pointlessly withdrawn?
If I emerge from my solitude at all, of course
There is the chance of no change upon
My body, my mind, my vitality’s force
Grown weak with questions,
My latest obsessions
There is no meaning
Not until I disturb the silence
And allow daylight gleaming
And other’s reliance
Into my pathetic excuse of a life
