Scorpio—where do we go, head to toe
You are a leader—strong, spearheading facts.
Falsehoods are-dealt an unerring deathblow,
And misguided Judases joining pacts-
Hurting you will meet your unequalled wrath;
Perhaps too often, you like being right.
Because you steer a resourceful, brave path,
A passionate friend you're not so contrite
Not to candidly praise—where it belongs,
You've got a suspicious-temperament
A streak of jealously; your nonchalance
Resides not in being a pessimist
But a sincere-warm individual
At times a little too, emotional.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just explicit description of a scorpion painted with brush of reality streaked with validity. Good write.