The High Priestess - 2

Where the Magus was day, the priestess was night,

hiding her secrets away from the light.

A seer of visions and dreamer of dreams,

the priestess made truth come apart at the seams.

 

‘It might be like this and it might be like that,

and both then the same at the drop of a hat.

So trust in your instincts, the deepest of voices,

it will help you make sense of the infinite choices.’

 

The fool was soothed by the words that she spoke, 

from under her mystical unicorn cloak.

For she knew that this lady, so calm and serene,

was connected to realms of all things unseen.

 

‘Thank-you for guidance it’s quietened my fears,

I hope I will see you again down the years.’ 

'You shall.' Thought that lady who danced with the heavens,

'Especially when dealing with sixes and sevens.'