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Scenes of Orion

Bright like the sun

The serpent twists,

Uncertain of it’s fate in my hands.


Were each scale a soul

To whom it gave a fruit,

Then each would be a death

To those who, through faith, were mute.


From the stars this serpent came

Ablaze to Earth;

“I am all that thou can be, this I gift to thee.”


And so I kept him close, this snake of mine

The meaning of divine,

Until I flew higher,

Through the Scenes, of Orion.



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