They say,
A woman born on this day,
Will forever be cursed.
Her heart dark,
Bitter.
The day of the demons,
The day of the saints,
The day of ghosts and goblins,
Her own heart is black as coal.
She manipulates with her witches magic,
Lures you into her curse with grand promises of love and lust.
Evil Scorpio woman, green eyes of fire,
A heart of stone.
You don't even know what hits you,
Until she's got you in her death grip.
Your heart can't escape her Medusa snake pit,
Forever she'll trap you,
You look in her eyes,
You'll turn to stone...
Or perhaps just putty in her hands.
There's just a small chance,
For survival,
Once you've visited the Scorpio woman,
Born on the deadliest of days,
You'll never forget her,
And all that you try to love will forever be tainted.
