Tarot reading. Knave of Swords

Her flight is so fast,
She knows where she is heading -
To woods, fields, emerald meadows!

Her hounds are restless
And they chase the prey -

In woods,
In fields,
Above emerald meadows.

Oh how she plays
With the panflute of the wind,

A restless goddess
Of hunt and Moon -

Diana.


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