The Virgo Lament ( Version #3 )

"The Virgo Lament"
Great fears fill their troubled minds,
Their paralyzed bodies, their hearts confined,
With turmoil as their thoughts collide,
Their eyes glaze over, before a silent cry.
For they know of what is to come,
Every year on the mountain pass,
During this period from September 1st to 22nd,
The trues of hierarchical beings will reign.
Sounding the alarm, the patterns of the universe,
Their self-renowned albums of triumph and curse,
A testament in Psalms, a tigress melody,
Of marvelous light in the soles of the world, they see.
A high voltage charge striking through the misty frame,
A force to be reckoned, a power untamed,
Personified in the Virgo constellation,
They lament, they mourn, with no hesitation.
For the Virgoes, born between August and September,
Feel the weight of the world, a burden to remember,
Their meticulous nature, their perfectionist ways,
Often misunderstood, in this chaotic race.
They are like the earth, grounded and strong,
But their minds are the skies, where stars belong,
Their souls like the wind, free and wild,
But their hearts like fire, burning with passion, untamed and wild.
The Virgoes are the keepers of order,
In a world that often seems to falter,
Their analytical minds, sharp and keen,
A gift and a curse, in life's great scheme.
Like the virgin they are, pure and true,
But a powerful storm, waiting to brew,
Their emotions run deep, yet they hide,
Behind a mask of calmness, to preserve their pride.
But during this time, when the sun is in Virgo's domain,
They cannot escape the pull, the energy, the strain,
For the universe demands perfection,
And they must obey, without hesitation.
So they lament, their faces filled with great fears,
As their bodies and souls, go through the years,
Of trials and challenges, of joys and pain,
But they rise stronger, time and again.
Their tears may fall, their hearts may break,
But in the end, they know they will awake,
From this temporary state of turmoil and strife,
And emerge victorious, with renewed life.
The Virgo lament, a song of sorrow,
But also of strength, and hope for tomorrow,
For they know that through this time of trial,
They will rise and shine, with a triumphant smile.
So let their lament be heard, let it echo through the night,
For the Virgoes are warriors, with an unbreakable might,
And though they may falter, they will never fall,
For they are the rulers, of their own destiny's call.
And as the September winds blow,
The Virgoes will rise and glow,
For they are the chosen ones, on the mountain pass,
Where the trues of hierarchical beings, will reign at last.

Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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