Scorpio

Scorpion

It has the sting of death

Cross its path

You may not live to regret

 

It holds a grudge

Like no other can

A calm, smiling face

But to avenge is its plan

 

A strong aura of mystery

Quite the seductress

Wanted by many

Unsuspecting of its darkness

 

But in time, its true depth

Must come to light

The outcome, very often

A retreat with pure fright

 

Scorpions sting themselves

When backed in a corner

Living by the adage:

Never surrender

 

Even when the signs say:

Stop fighting; give in

Not for the scorpion

For whom death is a sure thing

 

© Larisa McBean

Image Credit: vectorstock.com

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