The Arcanaonce past these doors, it is every soul for themselves,let out to run, hide and fight,make

The Arcana

once past these doors, it is every soul for themselves,
let out to run, hide and fight,
make it until dawn
and survive the game of madness

she looked up into the dark sky,
the Arcana above them all
two triangles in a diamond representing
mountains in front of the setting sun

the dusty smell of the wildflowers was surrounding her,
the desert stretching wide.
they were not alone in this game.
people of the sands.
it was their territory.

when a hand covered her mouth,
she didn’t bother to scream,
no-one was out here to hear her anyway.
she was in the hands of the enemy now.
she wouldn’t make it until the setting moon at dawn