the scorpion dances
in the midnight sky
holding her glowing
face in its sharp tail
glowing petals fall
from her pale hand
shining scattered in
the celestial bowl
the scorpion holds
within its sharp claws
the fire of the future
burning in its grasp
fleur flames lay down
a path for the lovers
while grains of stars
make a bed for the sage
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