Dropped like honeydew, appearing as a dark temptress Tasted in smoke Touched in hot burns - callous bites edged on your skin
Flames of spice, ambers, dusted vestiges of breaks in bones Hidden in an underworld fantasy - craters of the deceased, and suffering - diver of the dark abyss sitting comfortably
Suddenly they break their thick callous skin The scalding crack sears others' eyes The burst! The rebirth! The transformation has commenced! Rising higher, To the pinnacle of life where peace and understanding sit at their bedside
The sign Scorpio has always been so intriguing to me. A quick poem if some was to have a Scorpio Sun, Venus Scorpio or 8th house somewhere in your chart.