Edited for Clarity: The Emperor – the leader, calling out to you, someone who governs and you turn to the priestess – someone who is holy and ignores you? Death is there placing bets that you’re going to die now because church and government don’t give a shit about you – and your guide does absolutely nothing for you? (I don’t know who this is about but so far it sounds like it may be happening to me but I hope not…) Someone or something has a monopoly on fate – religion, spirituality, etc, etc? They’re literally keeping you alive when your body and soul, after going through so much, just wants to rest (Running to Stand Still – because you’re fighting so hard to finally just rest and be free). It seems like the Priestess is blind to the fact that they are in the shows of the person this poem is about, and isn’t doing anything to recognize it. You consulted everyone you could, tell everybody your last words, (I have no idea what that next lines means), now The World (maybe Earth oh goodness) is now an NFT.

What if the Emperor calls out to you

While the Priestess ignores

And the shadow of Death places bets

And the Hermit lays there and snores?

Does the monopoly of Fate

Slow the Motion of Rest?

Does the Priestess slowly walk

In an evening gown in my own dress?

Sultans and barons spoken

Now release your final song

Permanence without devotion

The World is now your token

– missxzero

Emperor, High Priestess, Death, Hermit, Four of Cups, Wheel of Fortune, Eight of Wands, Four of Swords, Three of Cups reversed, The World

Yet to return, the shadowed one.

Who quests for the Twilight Dragon

Rumbles the Dark Hearth,

And Helba, Queen of the Dark[2],

has raised finally her army.

Apeiron, King of Light[2] beckons.

At the base of the rainbow do they meet

Against the abominable Wave,

together they fight.

Alba’s lake boils.

Light’s great tree doth fall.

Power- now all to droplets turned

in the temple of Arche Koeln.

Returns to nothing,

this world of shadowless ones.

Never to return, the shadowed one,

Who quests for the Twilight Dragon.

A calamity, known as the Cursed Wave. A calamity which threatened to erode their world, and pushed the spirits to the brink of annihilation. The Cursed Wave, literally in the form of a wave, steadily advanced, however the spirits had no means to fight such a foe. From where it comes, it swallows everything in its path, sweeping even the face of the earth before fading away.

Because the situation was so dire,

“I wish to speak with you about the Twilight Dragon, and the Cursed Wave…”

If the message Apeiron received from Helba was about anything less, Apeiron would not have heeded the call.

“It might be a trap.”

Apeiron’s adviser, Fili the White felt uneasy, however, Apeiron was prepared to leave for Hulle Granz Cathedral in spite of Fili’s concerns.

Helba claimed that the Twilight Dragon would save their lives from the Cursed Wave. Regardless of whether or not the dragon actually existed— because the wave was still alive, countermeasures needed to be taken immediately.

In this world, there’s a legend about the Twilight Dragon. A legend that spirits… and perhaps even humans know of. A legend riddled with uncertainty, but the spirits now had no choice but to believe in it.

“When the cursed wave doth rise, three shadow-bearing beings will depart in search of the Twilight Dragon that will save the world of the spirits.”

There are Four Waves that begins An Adventure in Time and Space.

“In the darkness of future’s past

The Magician longs to see

One shouts out between two worlds

Fire, walk with me”

– Twin Peaks, Likely a reference to the First Doctor

“Flame you came from me, fire meet gasoline”

– Fire Meet Gasoline, Sia

“When I die, my Spirit will find the next Commander.”

– Heda Leksa, The 100, reference to “The Flame”


Secret societies

He’s our Commander still

Space Dog”

– Space Dog, Tori Amos

And all the people say
You can’t wake up, this is not a dream
You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being
With your face all made up, living on a screen
Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline

(Oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, oh)
I think there’s a flaw in my code
(Oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, oh)
These voices won’t leave me alone
Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold

– Gasoline, Halsey

Zagreus sits inside your head,
Zagreus lives among the dead,
Zagreus sees you in your bed,
And eats you when you’re sleeping.
Zagreus at the end of days,
Zagreus lies all other ways,
Zagreus comes when time’s a maze,
And all of history is weeping.
Zagreus taking time apart,
Zagreus fears the hero heart,
Zagreus seeks the final part,
The reward that he is reaping.
Zagreus sings when all is lost,
Zagreus takes all those he’s crossed,
Zagreus wins and all it cost,
The hero’s hearts he’s keeping.
Zagreus seeks the hero’s ship,
Zagreus needs the web to rip,
Zagreus sucks time at a drip,
And life aside, he’s sweeping.
Zagreus waits at the end of the world,
For Zagreus is the end of the world.
His time is the end of time,
And his moment time’s undoing.

Zagreus sets the skies ablaze.
The stars his flame a gleaming…
Zagreus is my secret name,
Zagreus is the one to blame,
Zagreus is the Time Lords’ shame,
The beast that I’ve been keeping.

what’s the life
that beneath the feet of man
can’t equate to the being
of the beating of the hand
that sits through the evening
when a sonnet becomes an instagram?

– missxzero

Edited for clarity: I also got the interpretation to this one a while back and I’m just going to have to wait until it comes back. 

Well, beneath the feet of man is the Earth, or earth – it can’t equate to being whatever it is that is the “beating of the hand” – which I have no idea what that is anymore. This actually, and I can say this because I do remember this much, is a part of the themes of the other poems that come before. 

The last part is pretty easy – I don’t think it’s disparaging Instagram, but it’s saying that we are evolving with the way we communicate and write, but like with many things I write, it’s a double entendre – it also means that the sonnet and the Instagram can coexist.