78 Poems Tarot Project: Ten of Swords

An anguished offering to a disinterested deity
Words cut deep, and fear deeper.
The carnage may be only illusion, not reality
Truth is gold, and lies far cheaper.

Each screaming cut too much to bear, witness the chapter's end
And wisdom is born of such pain.
In final hours the setting sun, a lone surviving friend
Reminds us it will rise again.