The Lady sat at her table,
her skin cold, dress teal,
frost forming around every finger,
as she sipped.
She smiled, waiting,
her dinner came,
and all eyes were on her.
She ate alone.
She waited all night,
as a bloody man entered,
confronted by the maître d',
he was bleeding out.
A fingersnap,
windows and glasses burst.
Some eardrums too.
-as the bloody man,
stepping over the writhing body of the gatekeeper,
stood before his lady.
"My Queen," he said.
"My Hierophant," she said.
"I come with what you seek."
He kneeled, still bleeding,
as she leaned towards him,
a single kiss.
A flurry of light and he was gone.
"That is unfortunate news," she said.
She opened her purse,
retrieved a fortune,
and placed it upon her table.
The maître d' stumbled towards her,
and before he could speak a word,
she had sprouted wings,
like a crysanthemum in bloom.
"The money, for your efforts."
His eyes flared seeing the money,
but she was gone by the time he looked her way again.
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