Where the houses are hunched like a beggar In the quarter known as Armand Germain L ascended the stairs to the garret To call on the widow of fortune again The first card foretelling of fortune A monkey, it's hand at the wheel The next told only that late lies With the fool and the hound that is tearing at his heel Twelve Is the Hanged Man, his debt is paid Mute as the march Wind and the flute on which he played Thirteen was death on a pale horse, his is the card without name Fifteen the Horned Goat of Mendes - the Devil and the forms By which he came She then drew the card of the magus And her breath came faltering and hard 'Death comes disguised as a young man Death for me at the turn of the next card'