After thirteen cycles of the moon,
the enigmatic horseman rides in.
Death, life’s constant companion,
arrives in fetching black armour,
displaying the mystic white rose.
Remaining absolutely victorious,
insensitive to age, race or gender,
he harvests the souls of the dead.
Intent on finding her spiritual self
the poet presses the pause button,
a dazzling and dreamlike moment.
Hung upside down from one foot,
her standing in the world changes.
Suspended, she pauses till rebirth,
shadowing the pregnant darkness,
knowing she must die unto herself.
Behold Themis, Goddess of Justice!
In her right hand she holds a sword
revealing her swift and final action.
In her left hand she balances scales
showing us that, despite ambiguity,
fairness, honesty and law triumphs!
As ancient lessons of Karma return,
long forgotten debts are assembled.
As the wheel of life turns round,
sentient beings gather to watch
the encircling Goddess Fortuna,
spiralling in everlasting motion.
Blind to any justice in this world
she selects the fortunes of others
by revolving our lives endlessly,
drawing us to her horn of plenty.