King of Cups

I saw him once; a spirit hidden in the waterfall.

The image I drew before was the one he showed when I wandered into his domain.

He lost his temper at my intrusion and right before my eyes he turned into a demon.

Then almost immediately; he melted into the veil and disappeared beneath the churning foam.

Sometimes, its easier to be angry at someone because it takes away the pain but that won’t wash the pain away and it doesn’t make it right.

I know now that his anger was not directed at me though it may appear so at the time.

The fault was not all his for he did not wish to be disturbed; but it was such a pretty sight, I could not resist giving him a face.

The beast was here all along…