By:  Lorraine Vail

Her eyes flash the color of steel.

The tarot cards are to be read.

Four elements are what she deals—

wands, cups, swords and pentacles feel

medieval with dungeons of dread.

Her eyes flash the color of steel.

Her lips seem hermetically sealed.

She selects random cards in a spread,

four elements are what she deals.

Her manner excludes sex appeal,

gypsy hair deranged on her head.

Her eyes flash the color of steel—

exotic, dangerous, surreal.

Will fate speak of what lies ahead?

Four elements are what she deals.

The Devil deludes and reveals

while The Hanged Man dangles quite dead.

Four elements, truth she conceals.

Her eyes flash the color of steel.