The Empress met the Queen of Swords

over a cup of tea,

And when the two did meet

they laughed so happily,

The Empress spoke of her kids

of Nature and  of Love

While the Queen sat down

and copied it all

with a red pen and a  frown

Two women so different

yet as powerful as could be

One lived by her heart

The other


In every woman lives the Empress

and all the four Queens

If only we could balance them all

and get along,

what a force we’d be.



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