Scorpion

His body shone with a mysterious light, Chapter
Glinting faintly on the golden sand, Chapter
His feet whispered mysteriously, Chapter
His sting A terrible dance.

King of Tyupuk, wandering alone,
Poisoned tongue, his iron weapon,
Warrior of the abyss,
Symbol of strength and cry of truth.

Obsidian eyes, cold and distant,
Thoughts of peace,
Permanent records in silence,
A life of soul struggle.

The Scorpion, in his dark realm,
illuminate your path straight and clear,
His dance is pure poetry,
in the great desert, the divine form of it. Chapter

The light of him, a word of shadow and light, Chapter
A reminder of the abyss, Chapter
Every step, a pleasant whisper, Chapter
Scorpio, Then the morning of him.