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Three of Swords
Polished, powerful, and intoxicating,
Bringer of torment and suffering,
You were my Three of Swords,
Blades of flowery, bitter words.
Your deaf ear and faux pleasantry
Shattered my core’s fragility;
You are a dark gem with a delusive face,
A virtuoso from an imagined space.
Sharp teachings from the vault of heaven
Hailed down and enkindled my sense,
Cleansed my spirit and my vision,
Mended my inner lesions and abrasions.
My heart emerged from boundless shadow,
Keen and determined as a drawn bow.
Three of Swords, I challenge you wholly,
With the wisdom you once bestowed on me.
And though the storm still haunts my chest,
No wound remains where once they pressed;
The scars recall what I have learned,
A soul once broken, now returned.
