In a world beyond the
known, far from the ties that bind to life, a scorpion sits gazing up at
stars - even those shining brighter than of his love and even so his
lust to reach further at times, to best even the furthest from himself
and raise the tail - the sting appropriate, defined by the atrocities
perceived... as stars are made to dim and others cloaked in darkness and
in doom feint full, till shadows lone remain where life once shone so
bright.
Because a star escaped his gaze - that once. Because of this the scorpion maintains raised eyes and unfurled tail.