Ophiuchus: The Thirteenth Flame

Beneath the stars, where secrets sleep,
The Serpent Bearer guards the deep.
A cosmic healer, fierce and wise,
With ancient fire in watchful eyes.

He holds the serpent, dark and bright,
A ribbon woven out of night.
Where endings fall and new worlds start,
He reads the language of the heart.

Between the signs, beyond the known,
He walks a path that’s still his own.
Through death and birth, through loss and flame,
He sheds his skin, yet keeps his name.

No crown of gold, no promised fate,
He stands between the now and late.
A quiet force, a truth untold,
A healing light in heavens old.

O Serpent Bearer, wild and free,
Keeper of what we cannot see,
Teach us to change, to rise, to mend,
And find new beginnings in every end.

For in the dark, where stars ignite,
Transformation learns to shine its light.
And through the cosmic, endless sea,
Ophiuchus whispers: “Become. Be free.”

The Celestial Nurse