The Star in heaven,
floating above our affairs,
smiles beyond our ken.

The Tower will fall;
hubris only knows one end,
and cannot see it.

The Devil knows us well,
is a hell of a salesman,
and is relentless.

All things have their place.
Take care not to stay too long,
all have their time too.

The reaper rides forth
to do that which must be done
on a bone-white horse.

Wisdom has a price,
and The Hanged Man understands
the cost of the truth.

There is more to Strength
than armies, weapons, or war –
there is character.

The Wheel binds us all
to the twists and turns of fate;
it alone is free.

Closeted away,
The Hermit seeks the world’s truth,
or perhaps found it.

The all-seeing eye
discerns the facts, motives, and
dispenses Justice.