To: Lady Chaos

i dreamt Lady Chaos with despair sigh
but she cared not for suits and hearts
with glacial bleeding an heart to die
and torn of memory strewn in parts
the question: was she enchanting?
magic, sorcery, glyph and rune
circle to keep the sick struggling
for air as the soul drowns in ruin
with a look and nothing more to last
a play, a gait, and torrent of an april shower
there was the mystery as he weaves her as past
hands to flip the tarot to reveal the Tower
kneel before Stygian shores to whisper her name
that in the sleeping the dead might live again