Cassiopeia
They call her the seated queen
High above us all
Calm and serene
She twinkles in the night
Swirling storms
Of burning light
But do they know
Oh glory queen
That eyes of doe
And silver smiles
Are never quite enough
To pass away the miles
The Scorpion
So I'm a Scorpio
And I was born in the year of the snake
Theoretically
Inside of me
There is power
And poison
The thunder that shakes your bones
The fire ripping through your home
I don't know
It feels like some awful big boots to fill
And I'm not sure that I
Even if I pretend I'm strong
Can carry this weight
I'm not like Atlas, bearing the world on his shoulders, no
I would like to say I'm Athena, with sharp mind and sharper instincts
But honestly
My knowledge of Greek Mythology
Isn't all it's cracked up to be,
And I don't know who I am
Ugggggh. Crappy crappy crap crap. Who knows what this is. Who cares?
I mean, I do, but I'm fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things, so, you know.
Hope you guys are feeling better than I am - Cranberry
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