Many Beast of Clouds' on a 5 of Clouds.
The Watcher wants to return to Darkness,
Their face, the Traveler of Hearts and Clouds.
No change of suit will quell her,
No place in Spades or Planets.
That Trav'ler lies beneath a 4 of Clubs,
The 0 of Clouds there giving her warmth.
Her Black Talisman shows The Conjurer.
No change of suit will quell her,
Yet, no place in Hearts or Clouds.
How that Traveler wishes for Darkness.
She receives Arrows of all suit colors;
Even so, her ties to Heart wane regardless.
No change of suit will quell her,
No place in Clubs or Acorns.
Something calls from the closed 8 of Planets;
The Watcher and thus Traveler arise.
Within, she finds a card she's long repressed.
No change of suit will quell her,
No place in Diamonds or in—
Knives.
An 11 of Knives, found on a 3 of Planets.
Feeling it against herself, she knows what she need do.
What she's tried to push down.
The Traveler needs it.
She needs it.
...
She returns to Darkness.
I expect to rewrite this poem a couple times, to revise and edit it to make it better, more concise.
If you have any comments or critiques I love to hear them, ehehe. I hope the feeling I was trying to get across is clear, I'm not entirely sure how to put it though...