If you don't pay me attention I'll knock down your Christmas tree. Don't you know the Ancient Egyptians used to worship me?

Protector of thieves and cunning in my art, I lead souls to Hades when life must depart.

Bound to darkness, yet aflame with light, A fallen angel's curse, my soul's plight. Eternal rider, fueled by wrath and night.

I lengthen shadows, I cure all wounds I grow in gardens, I wear down tombs I’m one of four guests at Scarborough Fair As persistent as death, as passive as air

Death, Temperance, Devil, MISSING, Star, Moon.