Ashes to Life, a Pheonix's Turn

They say that the star sign of Scorpio symbolizes the life cycle of a Pheonix. That beautiful creature which is know to forever burn, like a fire that never dies, until to ashes it turns, then from the ashes comes new life. There's also another saying that the Pheonix grows more and more beautiful in each turn, each wheel of fortune, it grows lovely new feathers. It's one of the most fascinating creatures of the ancient myths, and a definite favorite for me, right after the dangerous but loving Scorpions.

When I was a child, I had a dream. In this dream, there was a man. He was special, but he was dangerous all the same. Sometimes we have problems separating dreams and realities, but then, sometimes it's okay that way. His hair was long and dark, like the night, a jet black. His pose was strong and tall, like a statue that never falls. His complexion was calm and gentle, but still stern and strong. He had a braide that never fell apart, and his hair was like Scorpion's tail, for he was Scorpio, the Prince of another world (that was a fantastic dream, btw). He in turn came and came and came to my dreams. First as the bad man, then his position changed. He had his reasons for being as he was, he wasn't mean because he was bad in the core, he was serious and strict because he wanted what is the best for everyone else. In my first dream he nearly killed another man, a more charming man who had everyone's adoration, during a competition for the hand of the princess (and of course, in my dream, that would be me~ duh~). The charmer of course lost the competition, but as it turned out, he was not charming for no reason, he had his ambitions in this world, and they are not necessarily good.

(How did I get here?)

Like a Scorpion, calm and cool, but like a Pheonix, burning in the heart. Ashes to life, a Pheonix's turn. Always disciplined, always strict, always with rules, but not lacking the passion to accomplish what they started, even if it means to drown in an ever lasting death-life cycle.

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That was back in November. Here's the December part of the story.

Part of the drive is gone. Replacing it, is a persistance to accomplish something, even a minor something. Just finish one thing, then carry on to the other, and eventually things will pile together. No more fantasies. Let face the realities.

Burned to ashes, entirely and literately. Suffocated, dying, drying up like a piece of cloth put by the fire.

Will I rise again like the great Pheonix, the figure representing Scorpio? A very important representation of my constellations?