The Hierophant,
Strength,
And lovers.
They tell me what must come to pass,
With princes and maidens
In a royal purple sunset,
In the Indian summer.
I'll pause it for good luck,
For lasting memory
Of her crimson voice.
I am your Juliet,
One who destroys out of love,
Crushing beauty in dependence.
Still you need me so.
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