Scarab

Scarab

Scarabs fly away
The threat of their sting
Still here

They gather in the air
Swarming on the
Edge of sky

Glimmering with gold

The burning of a thousand knives
Seeping in their
Venom

Sleeping when you’re out

Living life without

Thriving while you’re out

Among insects the coward flies
Caught broken above
The ground

Across space, there is a price
To cure you of your
Ailment

To find the jewel
And line your coffers

No one knows

What it is worth

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