Queen of Swords, you come bearing a grail.
What is the meaning of it?
Your suits are blessed confusion.

You appeared in my cards at midwinter.
Since then, I have religiously
avoided sunlight, become deathly afraid
of wood. Once High Priestess, I have become the Fool.

I journeyed to the underworld
in search of a cauldron.
Cerridwen laughed and filled it.
I have tasted of the waters of life;
Three drops of wisdom on my tongue, searing.

Blood calls to blood.
I, the living, crave life. O sweet addiction!
For one more taste of liquid fire
I would brave the Watcher once more.