Heart of the Scorpion

Step lightly, Love,

This is the place, where sacred grass grows.

Knowledge is food.

Wisdom, your clothes.

The diamond-cut flesh, in the palms of your hands,

Now align with the stars, like deep prints in the snow.

Onward, my dear, from where Strangler Figs dwell,

Or their roots will take hold,

Cast you under their spell.

Ever-shifting skies, seasons fold and unfold.

Keep your eyes affixed,

To the Archer's pose.

He will lead you to the Hero,

The King of this world.

Strange sights and sounds,

Purple Willow trees sway,

Caressing your body,

As they show you the way.

A bright red glow,

Washes the length,
 Of your faint blue hair.

Heart of the Scorpion,

Your companion draws near.