In the realm where whispers shape the night,
Beneath the crescent moon's silver light,
A King, strong and stern, held his reign,
With a heart, for his daughter, in love's chain.
Six soldiers of fortune, brave and bold,
Their spirits unbroken, their wills untold.
Among them, a jack of all trades did stand,
A ghost hunter, with a shadowed hand.
His eyes held stories of battles unseen,
With spirits and specters, where few had been.
The King's daughter, fair and bright,
Saw in him a gallant knight.
The Tarot of Six begins its tale,
Where fate and destiny unveil:
The First, the Soldier of Flames so wild,
Passion's child, spirit undefiled.
The Second, in Waters deep, did dive,
Emotions swirling, keeping hope alive.
The Third, with Earth beneath his feet,
Stood grounded, challenges to meet.
The Fourth, with Air, did dance and weave,
Thoughts and dreams he dared to conceive.
The Fifth, Spirit, the balance and core,
Uniting elements, opening doors.
The Sixth, the Hunter in shadows dwells,
Between two worlds, his story tells.
His card, the Lover, intertwined,
With the Princess of Cups, fate designed.
Together they stand, in tarot cast,
A story of love, through ages passed.
Their bond transcends the mortal plane,
A love so deep, it breaks all chains.
The King, reluctant, watched the tale,
As love between realms did prevail.
The Soldiers of Fortune, by their side,
Witnessed a love that would not hide.
Thus, the Tarot of the Six unfolds,
A tale of love, courage, and spirits bold.
For in the cards, truth is found,
In every life, to which they're bound.
The ghost hunter, with his spectral grace,
Won the heart of she in the castle's embrace.
In the dance of shadows and light,
Their love shines eternal, ever bright.