Sagas Among the Arcana: The Fallen Flock

The 10 of cups – family
Death – closure, change
The 7 of cups – “illusionary fears,” revelation

There he comes / the hunter / come to butcher / my flock / one down / two / three / all family gone to bleed / That hunter / he comes / mounted / on a horse skinned of its / skin / there’s no skin / and soon the skin of my flock / will rot / six feet under dirt / The skulled hunter / his skulled mount / they’re both so much like / our skulled flock / How many more birds / should be shot with stones / until we turn the stones / Seasons go / some birds don’t go / beyond their youth / This is the phantom / crow / that haunts me / its bad omens / burden me / like the weight of my fallen flock.