In the House of the Hermit, I watch the Fool across the Pond

Hello dearest reader. 

Are you a fan of tarot? For I have a reading just for you.

Let it be a lesson, a warning or clue

As for who? I wish I knew.

But let us trust the message of the Fool's fall

Lest lies make Fools of us all.

A draw of zero reversed, sixteen and nine

Parted by oceans, yet by fate, their stars aligned

A chance encounter. Your path crossing mine

A vision given in parable and rhyme.

A house, a home, a hovel now ruined

Built in shameful lies and truths diluted

Your bricks and beams were laid in omission

Your boards and planks- warped and stiffened

The Fool built her house on lies, both large and small

-Yet wonders why she's fated to be alone

Her every partner noticed the cracks in the hall

And the fissures in the foundation’s stone

They’ll inevitably leave her as her walls will crumble

Whether it be now or later

Whether it be in a shout or a mumble.

It'll happen because truth hates lies, 

and for that- truth hates her.

The Fool may wander, looking for someone new

But truth always catches up to collect its due.

The Hermit only watches with festering unrest

Once a friend- then a victim of that foolish viper’s nest

He'd chosen silence and solitude over dishonest connection

To ward off Fools who use twisted words as their weapon

Sworn to observe, and observe only

As the Fool perpetuates cycles, ever lonely

So the Hermit waits in his garden cross' the pond

Watching her walls contort, buckle and yawn

Enthralled by a tragedy of one's own making

The Fool was a victim of her own long con-

Buried in the rubble of the aftermath's quaking

As the Fool's hovel came crashing down

The Hermit could only sit beside himself with a frown

He really liked her, and her stubborn ways

He enjoyed her games and complex craze

If only from a distance. 

Yes, from a distance, it could be worthy of praise

But I suppose in the end, her bad habits just couldn't be tamed

The Hermit sighed. "What a shame"

And there you have it. A lesson hard learned.

Lovers lied to, are lovers spurned.

So dear reader, I hope you were paying attention

Lies are poison- a poison that breeds contention

For the sake of your future, for the sake of your house

DO NOT LIE TO YOUR SPOUSE

-The Hermit