Virgo Sun Pisces Moon

Rotten marrow, empty shell,
You thrive on theft, a parasite’s spell.
Gnawing at bones you never grew,
A kingdom of ash is all owed to you.

Your tongue drips venom, counterfeit gold,
But every lie curdles, brittle and cold.
The mask you wear cracks under flame,
Revealing the husk of a shallow name.

I cast you out — leech, carrion thief,
May shadows bind you in endless grief.
No feast, no host, no blood to drain,
Only silence echoing your shame.

The hex is sung, the curse is sown,
Your empire collapses, built on bone.
Parasite, parasite, hear this song —
Your reign of rot will not last long.

NB: I edited 2 words from what was AI generated…