The ScorpionA Poem by emipoemiBy fifteen stars across the darkened sky The fate and features of mid-Autumn born Are firmly marked, and through the spans of morn And night prove more profound than meets the eye. Enthralling as the solemn dusking day, Determined as contenders for the win, Protective as the boon ’twixt kith and kin, Loquacious but when prompted with a say. And yet, beneath the wonders of their soul, Beneath the dynamism of their flair, There lies the raging hunger for control. And curled behind the twinkle of their stare, The shadow of a sting foreshows its role: Should any sting a Scorpio- beware! -EDP © 2017 emipoemiReviews
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