(slight repayment for your inspiration)
"Eternity doesn't get old"
he said, and rolled a cigarette
from butts rifled from the ashtray;
"This down-on-your luck,
it's a phase
a passing whim or fancy.
These are but trifles".
By candlelight and flickering;
Lay your cards down:
The Queen of Cups, The Lovers, The Stars and Moon,
Temperance capsized,...
The Forest King
Leads you into the middle of the night
Stars falling, crackling sparks of life propagating through the luminiferous aether;
By moon cast shadows
You'll see
the many-antlered crown
You've placed upon him
Tonight, tonight;
All sorrows will be drowned
in tears or wine
this night for dancing,
voices hoarse and broken with song,
For madness until
His knuckles will like gnarled knots embrace
and seize thrusting upon your hind
Every wish thrice fulfilled and then forgotten,
and your ears remember his rude words:
for a moment you both were rich.