Hanged Man - The Crüxshadows

Call the card

Left to lay

Just a path

Against our future days

Lay direction

Read the face

Understand our crooked ways

Smile at this

Directed plain

Her eyes are cracking

In their wrinkled gaze

The light is dancing

On the tabletop

Restlessness that just won’t stop

Now planted deeply

Suggesting fate

Eating sweet naiveté

Was it mirror

Or window glass?

The subtle residue

Beyond your grasp

Hang the man

By his legs let us hang the man