omen 02 {fiora oneshot; event 4}

When all is said and done:
When the pawns are scattered to the winds,
The castle turned to rubble
The knights strewn off their cavalry,
The bishops excommunicated,
The king dethroned
The queen banished,
Does a name, written with a confident hand,
tell more stories than the ones she weaves?
More than statements?
More than signals?
More than signs?

The room smells of rosewater.
The radio screams, a static undercurrent.
Pick a card.

The King sharpens his sword.
The Magician conjures, configures.
Three cups raise in a toast:

Fiora Thorne
Fiora Thorne
Fiora Thorne.