What is it about his reckless speed that stirs my feet?
Is it his callous fist, firm yet tender?
I will forever wonder upon the one who came like a storm,
With Cupid’s bow poised to conquer all in his path.
Yet, he held my breath.
For a time, it seemed…
The echoes, oh, the tempest,
The swirling outbursts,
Sacred flames of inferno,
Threatening to consume everything in their wake…
Until the storm revealed him—
Proud Sagittarius on his hind legs,
Pleading with the nymph for a drink from the streams—
The stream of life!
“Catch me, if you ever can,”
He arrogantly challenged Aries’ silent stance.
Coyly, she stared—demure,
Shrouded in innocence.
He had yet to discover
How true a match she truly was.
They raced down hills, prancing under four moonlit nights,
Each just a step behind the other,
Until, spent, he lay forever conquered in the flame.
His face bore deep dismay,
For in that moment, he realized—
He had never expected to be burned by a nymph in the guise of a ram.
