O full of scorpions is my mind. <br /> -Macbeth <br /> <br />My Lord, we all have scorpions <br />that threaten: <br /> scorpions of fear, <br /> of neglect, <br /> of abuse, <br /> of regret <br /> <br />From shadows they come to sun themselves. <br />even upon joy's doorstep, sunny and warm. <br /> <br />They wait with curved tails, <br />for footfalls light and unsuspecting.. <br /> <br />And they puncture blissful ignorance <br />with a special poison, <br /> <br />Dethroning <br /> princes and peasants, <br /> lovers and loners, <br /> dreamers and thinkers. <br /> <br />and you, <br /> who swung a sudden sword, <br /> and spoke a noble word, <br /> and adored a golden crown, <br /> <br />and me, <br /> who only yesterday <br /> danced in a sunny courtyard <br /> to a fountain's music.<br /><br />Dennis Lambert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scorpions/
