The Magician before his work
Is quite unlike The Fool—
To work his will upon the land,
Prepares he every tool.
Beneath the wary Architect—
Bends his stolen power.
By his Devilish instruments—
Falls that mighty Tower.
Play the witness—Sun and Moon—
Gradual his marching,
Inverting Death and Temperance,
His foul Path disheartening.
A Judgement on this weary World,
In madness proclaims He—
But Justice shall Fall on his head,
A Hanged Man cannot see—
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