Be careful around heroes
They lead interesting lives.
They may have wheels and chassis
But something stronger always drives.
They are ever marching forward
unto wherefore they point.
If up then up or down then down
The saints we then anoint.
One always fears the Fools card
Of chaos, luck, and change,
One may sometimes fear Deaths own card
For it is always something strange.
But never fear the chariot,
who rushes forth to harm.
And never fear for the Priestess
Who never notices when you're gone.
Don't trust the fool! they say
Those men with bluest faces
Don't trust our Death says the ladies
She has bled so many places.
A razor blade! A razors blade!
'Twixt heroes and villains fair!
She who strode upon that line
found fewer friends trust there.
And still she strode, deeper to black
until her curtain closed.
Until the witch who brought her back
Asked her to doff her clothes.
Be wary of the Souls Brown Windows
Dressings look like glass
Beware of Violet! Violence there!
And things that long to pass!
In black and violet, Razors blades!
The thinnest line to find!
Twixt Heroes, Villains, Hope and Despair!
That edge that lies so fine!
A Soldier? Princess? Santa Claus?
A Mirrors Edge or strange James Bond?
The Fhurer tricked!
The Clover snipped!
The Circuiteer of which the Lover was so fond?
Someone has died,
Deaths card has flipped!
And who says Santa was wrong?
EDIT: Night ath. And don't worry; I'm just reading it as Sasha's accent (Even though it's not really a Russian accent...)
Also, who voted for 'Eesha?