evilwizard:

glassmirrormask:

fremedon:

elodieunderglass:

redscharlach:

weirdchristmas:

I have tried for years to discover something, anything, about this card with no success.

We seven lobsters of Christmastide are
Snapping our pincers we wander afar
Frowning grimly, wondering dimly
Where did we park the car?

The lobster and the crab, when they are full grown

Of all the bugs in the sea, the lobster bears the crown;

The rising of the sun, the wheeling of the gulls,

The playing of the castanets, sweet singing of the choir.

O come, ye crustaceans
Rubicund and shining
O come ye, o come ye
Across the strand.

Come ye, you seven
Upright and bipedal
O wave your feelers heav'nward
O wave your feelers heav'nward
O wave your feelers heav'nward
Lobsters all.

Away in a desert
No ocean in sight
The seven red lobsters
Were marching upright

The birds in the sky
Looked down where they trod
The lonely crustaceans
All searching for God.

pitch for my new tarot card “Seven of Lobsters”