High atop a mountain 

the wizards held    


                                                                                       the keys 

                                                                                       the cards, the missing



Wizards held captive: 


the innocent mind readers,

the young tarot card dealers, 

the fishes of dreaming,


And above their heads, 

souls that had circled their fortress

                                                                                     waited for their release

                                                                                     for years


A thousand doves flew by one afternoon,  

then away  

as the clouds parted 


No spell could stop them 

                                                                                   no curse could turn the blue skies black 








bigthanks to aphexious for the title

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