Aimed at Antares

Gamma Sagittarii

orange, brighter than the sun

the tip of my arrowhead

vengeful, deadly does glow;

see Delta Sagittarii,

the center of my bow;

See Lambda Sagittarii,

and Epsilon, the brightest–

northern and southern parts

of my magnificent

weapon, a sure killer.

Chase you across the Heavens

I do, aimed at Antares,

bleeding Scorpion heart.

I don’t mean to do it;

it’s written in the stars.