Sprinkled in sage and soil, honesty drips
From the mouth of Saturn like golden honey,
Gates guarded by the tenth house, the cleaved
Hooves of a fabled sea-goat drumming under
The dome of Capricorn’s viridescent arbor.
Crystalline waters pour forth from the mouths
Of a thousand fallen gods, amethyst stones
Beaming from their tearful brows, resistant
To all shape and form, Aquarius whispers,
Voice hushed by the dying wind of change.
The sapphire skin of Neptune glows brightly
In the moonlit reflection cast upon it, basking
By the wayside of dreams turned to dust, drowned
In sorrow, Pisces swims against the current, a
Fish stranded and gasping upon the cruel shore.
Shrouded in relentless conviction, the first lord
Of chaos emerges, obsidian horns filed to deadly
Points, poised to stab, his nostrils spewing scarlet
Fire and simmering brimstone, Aries treks across
The blistering house of Mars, seeking a willing victim.
Venus watches from above, cheeks like polished
Moonstone, belly pregnant with the essence of life,
A celestial vessel brought to earth, guarding the
Serene homeland of Taurus, succulent and bucolic,
Blanketed by fields of evanescent cherry blossoms.
The duality of life is mirrored by twin reflections, the
Third of their name, a secret lineage tucked away on
Mercury’s shore, restless and wandering, Gemini floats
Between dreamscapes and reality, lips laced with glittering
Agate, the scent of lavender heavy on a summer gale.
Bleeding joy and sadness, the moon cries for a release
From the chains of empathy, the fourth cardinal longitude
Unraveled, poised in vulnerability, it basks upon the emerald
Shore, a crustacean rooted to the bedrock beneath, Cancer
Nurtures the garden that is its heart, fertile and loving.
There is no taming the lioness whose mane flows in threads
Of silver and gold, eyes molten, an inferno tearing across the
Universe, solar flares reaching out like talons, to slit the throats
Of their oppressors, Leo embodies the soul of the sun, radiant
And fierce, guarding their realm with unwavering possession.
Fingers dripping moss, a maiden clad in white peers from
Between the shadows of the sixth realm, lips pressed tight,
Methodical and mutable, each palm cradles a piece of the
Earth as Virgo spreads her tentacles, slicing through the
Folds of time, searching for her long-forgotten harvest.
Tipped is the scale of justice, replaced by a perfect
Symmetry, sacred geometry blossoming from iridescent
Capsules of air, nature breathing in equilibrium with death,
Libra casts outward an explosion of life, braiding ropes of
Thorns and weaving blankets of vermillion rose petals.
The sting of a scorpion bite pierces delicate flesh, poison
Seeping into their blackened veins, branching outward, a
Network of cells bent on destruction, led by the counsel of
Pluto, wrathful and aloof Scorpio completes its eighth transit,
The serpent of the divine unleashed from its putrid prison.
At the dawn of the ninth age of man emerges a mythical beast,
A horse-warrior, arrow nocked upon his bow, poised to strike,
Its mark buried at the core of Jupiter, swathed by gaseous clouds,
Sagittarius materializes as a specter, eyes chips of cobalt, as
They whisper devious nothings, carried on the backs of fire wraiths.