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Scorpios Rise

Scorpios rise, scorpios rise.
The red mist defies, scorpios rise.
The glint in your eyes.
Mischief or surprise?
A sudden release.
Hateful thoughts cease.
Love burns within
from the depths of your skin.
Torso, sinew, bones.
When you take off your robes,
on your scorpion throne,
God omniscient and all powerful,
looks at you, his thoughts devouring.
Scorpios rise, scorpios rise.
Ice blast falls from heaven.
Sudden chilling breeze.
Snowdrops drop upon a crown of snow.
As scorpios rise,
eyes gleam with surprise
and laughter,
while scorpios look after
their brood.
Scorpios rise, scorpios rise.

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.

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