It’s clear that in the coming months,
though opportunity is there,
you will find horoscopic stumps
amid your planetary pumps.
Beware!
You’re on the cusp of something big,
but all could vanish in the air.
I’m Vergil. Here’s your Dante’s wig.
I’ll guide you up the cosmic rig
from stair to stair.
At times we will with risks collide,
but I will help you fly each snare.
Perhaps you’ll want to run and hide.
But don’t be worried! Trust your guide!
I’m why you’ve paid your fare!
On me your happiness depends –
or rather, on the trust you spare
me as we plumb those murky fens
to reap your cosmic dividends
with no dependents to declare!
So come now. Do not be alarmed.
You’ve purchased my devoted care.
You’ll surely be returned unharmed.
Your inner beasts will all be charmed.
Together we will make a happy pair!