Scorpio Magic

There’s a fire beneath the water,

A storm behind calm eyes

Where secrets turn to power,

And truth can never die.

Magnetism drips like honey,

Dark and sweet and slow,

They see the souls of others

In ways few ever know.

A heart that loves like wildfire,

Or freezes into stone,

Scorpio walks between two worlds,

Forever on their own.

They crave the raw, the real, the deep,

Not masks or hollow praise,

They’ll pierce through lies like lightning strikes,

And set your spirit ablaze.

Born of rebirth and shadow,

The phoenix is their guide,

From ruin they rise radiant,

No wound can dim their pride.

Their silence speaks in volumes,

Their stare

a sacred art,

For Scorpio’s true magic

Is the power of the heart.

A mystery, a healer, a tempest, a flame,

Transforming the broken, unafraid of pain,

In the depths of night, they find their spark

Scorpio magic, eternal, dark.