1- The Magician
By Rhiannon
With a slight raise of a frail, weathered handAnd the whispers of a cryptic, lost languageThe Magician controls the unseen forces around him.Using his hard won skill, his wisdom and powerHe pulls the strings and makes the puppets dance.With a snap of his fingers he lights the wayTo Bliss or Damnnation, we are unsure.ImaginationIngenuityKnowledgeBut the price can be ever so high.Part 2 in a series on the Tarot. Written September 28th, 2001 © on Sep 28 2001 09:46 AM PST 0 • 10
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"With a slight raise of a frail, weathered handAnd the whispers of a cryptic, lost languageThe Magician controls the unseen forces around him.Using his hard won skill, his wisdom and powerHe pulls the strings and makes the puppets dance.With a snap of his fingers he lights the wayTo Bliss or Damnnation, we are unsure.ImaginationIngenuityKnowledgeBut the price can be ever so high.Part 2 in a series on the Tarot...."