Death card of tarot

Variance spills sway over my language
Written in peaks and valleys
I am of the deepest of depths
born in the patience of wisdom
 
Masterpieces of free-flowing vibrations
breaking through the layers of distinction
to harvest the passion for the pain
interlaced within the quill that pens my odes
 
I am the teller of the obscure
casting sense within the melancholy
Romancing its emotion
to appraise its effects on my being
 
I am a shade of the aura
that sheaths my canvas  
A visual exposition  
tarnished only by the saturation of impulse
 
I am a page of the parchment
dressed up by words that define complexity
reconciling its weathered edges
that are gritty and raw between your teeth
 
I am the Death card of tarot
where rebirth and transformation exhale
Mingling in the core of self discovery  
where knowledge of oneself is unparalleled