Scorpion’s cusp Sagittarian’s rise.

Neither the centaur nor Scorpius.

The mythological bridge with a tail

that stings.

Both wanderers searching for truth.

Feed her sting with secrets so dark

and you’ll fuel the archers love for life.

The Scorpian will regenerate to keep

control over her destiny whilst the Centuer

fights the hemmed in corner to regain

freedom. Either way she rises.

The King of Gods oversee’s her whilst

the King of War whispers in her ear and

the King of the Underworld takes her hand

and leads her into temptation. The Scorpius,

unafraid will walk away unscathed as the

Centaur chalk’s it up to exploration.

Let her breathe if you have been unfortunate

enough to cross her, or bow down and take

the angry words, for they will come as she

searches the deep waters of her captive emotions.

But beware the Centaur does not rise and lead

the way, the fire moves so quickly and those bows

can move so far.

She’ll flirt with you till passion bubbles motivated

by her desire to play. Remaining devoted

whilst the Centaur is mindful of her tongue.

Together they explore your mind. Between them

every dark corner of it.

Together they rarely leave without their chosen desire.

Scorpius will use her passion to manipulate your eyes

whilst the Archer sets up bow and the Centaur

captivates your mind.

Escape is futile, unless she changes her mind

which she is known to do.

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Darkness engulf me.

I want the darkness to engulf me

to wrap its cold dead fingers around me

and drain me of what innocence I have left.

I want to be a walker of the night,

to disperse the shadows of doubt

and fill them with the heat of revenge

and when the dark angels are sent

to retrieve my broken soul

I will ask them of their crimson role.

I want the darkness to engulf me.

A Broken Shell.

The final part of a broken soul is the deepest darkest blackest hole.

Without a wall or chains of hate without a fence without a gate.

A lush and perfect endless landscape peacock feathers and china plates.

Shells of life hang from the tree’s and there you’ll see completely me.

Break me here i’ll feel all pain for in my self I feel this rain.

The final part to this muddled mind and I wonder what it is you’ll find.