The Fae Tarot Summon Giants

Fae Tarot — The Life Cycle [I — THE FOOL] A road where roads should never be, A little form beneath the tree, A flower, coin, bell, or mask, A journey starts before the ask. No shape is fixed, no shape is known, The story gives the form its own. [II — THE MAGICIAN] A glamour bends the watching eye, What seems like stone may change nearby. The telling shifts beneath the sight, Appearance becomes a tool tonight. [III — THE HIGH PRIESTESS] The moonlit oracle turns her head, The cards arrive before they're read. A whisper travels backward through, And something watches from behind the deck too. [IV — THE EMPRESS] From barren ground the garden grows, With roots and mushrooms, bloom and rose. Creation takes what hands have made, The loveliest grove becomes afraid. [V — THE EMPEROR] The Stag King wears his wooden crown, And roads and borders circle round. Guards stand where his domain begins, A crown can change the eyes of kin. [VI — THE HIEROPHANT] Names and oaths, the gifts and debts, The older rules the world protects. Hospitality. Invitation. Rules older still than condemnation. [VII — THE LOVERS] Two bodies where there once was one, One light, one shadow, split apart. Choose to remain, or choose to divide— Either way, the other dies. [VIII — THE CHARIOT] A spectral beast beneath the rider, Through the forest, faster, wider. The Wild Hunt tears across the land, Pursuing something without command. [IX — STRENGTH] A tiny form before the beast, No armor worn, no weapon seized. Gentleness refuses to retreat— And mercy proves the stronger feat. [X — THE HERMIT] One lantern deep within the wood, One wanderer where no one stood. Beneath the light, the footprints wind— His own, yet traveling the other kind. [XI — THE WHEEL] Child, elder, beast and king, Ghostly forms revolving, changing. Round and round the story turns, No straight road remains. [XII — JUSTICE] The scales are raised. The debt is weighed. Every judgment leaves a mark. Every debt comes journeying back. [XIII — THE HANGED MAN] Upside down between the worlds, The forest changes when it's turned. Give up control. Change what you see. The sacrifice rewrites what came to be. [XIV — DEATH] White antlers cross the road, An ending wears another coat. The Fae changes. The Echo walks. Those who watch mistake the shape. [XV — TEMPERANCE] Summer mixed with winter. Life mixed with death. Child mixed with beast. Neither side claims the rest. Between the worlds, Between the states, The Fae survives. [XVI — THE DEVIL] Immortality. Returned friends. The perfect ending offered free. Take the gift. Look beneath— The chain was fastened before you agreed. [XVII — THE TOWER] The palace rises, Then comes apart. Too many forms inside one shape. Stone cannot hold what cannot stay one thing. [XVIII — THE STAR] After everything has fallen, One small light remains. Not to rebuild what was before— To lead toward something new. [XIX — THE MOON] Wolf. Rabbit. Moth. One clearing. Reflections move without their owners. Different versions of one soul stand together. Some remember. Some lie. [XX — THE SUN] The glamour breaks. The shadow turns. The thing you feared through all the journey— Was you. An earlier shape. Your own. [XXI — JUDGEMENT] Every form returns. Every face calls out a different name. Child. Beast. King. Ghost. Every voice asks: “Which one is you?” [XXII — THE WORLD] Every form at once. None disguise. None false. The road folds into a circle. And now— Look at yourself. You called them Fae. You called yourself Giant. But you were never outside the story. You were Fae.