The Labyrinth of Time

'The High Priestess' reveals and nothing she'll bar

Low light is repealed as she shows me The Star...

...and I'm swimming in smog, or maybe I'm tripping

As I stumble through a room where the clock isn't ticking

This can't be any kind of reality, or so it would seem

But I've been here before, in this place in between

I pass through a door and I'm chilled to the marrow

She's sat at a table, her cold hand on a tarot

I look into her eyes of our memories passed

And sit down beside her, knowing the die has been cast

She opens the pack and shows me the cards

Revealing our lives and exposing my scars

Her thoughts are a whisper confined in my head

'A new hand has been dealt' is soothingly said...

'Judgements's reversed, reflecting misgiving

Eerily Death's not the end, it's just a beginning

Never you'll cease; for all that you were, will be there tomorrow

...and more than a shadow of the physically hollow'

She's gone... and I'm mysteriously borne from where I was sitting

Into a way station waiting room, where the clock is now ticking

This can't be what was of the past or the present

So I open a door to The Knight, and The Moon in a crescent

I awake with a start! I've escaped from a dream

Where I was trapped in a place of The World in between

An alarm clock is ringing, as if waking the dead

'We've been here before' whispered, as she climbs out of bed...

...'The Lovers' revealed amble through meadow, hall and ivory towers

Encompassed in the labyrinth of time, but joyous amongst the wild flowers