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

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