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
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