The Hanged Man

He was cutting and he was sharp

On two levels he operated, and took my heart.

Summing me up, cutting me down,

Lean and hungry, he owned this town.

But his emptiness made him far too smart.


Resentment seething below the line,

Under the radar, he hid his prime.

Face in my hands, I took down his hood,

Looking intrepidly where no one else would.

I looked to his soul for worlds divine.


Face down he dangled, that terrible tree,

Life in a quandary, they followed me.

Confusion reigned and the road did bend,

Off course, our transformation spent.

He pleaded but I set him free.

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