A scorpion ascends from waters still,
Flexing its tail as it speaks, “I desire”,
And with intense and penetrating will,
Pursues passions as if born of the fire.
With keen insights the scorpion is found
And even beyond sight, this child’s aware;
With perceptions mystical and profound,
And potent intuitions very rare.
To trifle with this soul is most unwise,
For if one should arouse wrathful dislike
A temperamental might will fast arise
With poison in a barbed-tailed fatal strike.
May this child of divine sensations born
Not fall victim to irritation’s scorn.