Castor turned over,

as he drifted through the void

while holding the wolf.

The Pegasus felt the bite

of a fly piercing his skin!

Archer raised her bow,

shooting a blazing arrow

like a guiding flare.

Castor saw how far Argo

had sailed into the distance.

Archer’s flare burned bright,

but Castor’s wind would not come

when he called for it.

Then, a dove flew near Castor

and a great breeze brought him home.

When Castor returned

to Argo’s deck, the crew saw

the dove on the bow.

The wolf slept in Castor’s arms,

tired out from the great chase.

Polly saw the dove

carrying the triangle,

and she retrieved it.

“Thank you for helping Castor,”

she said. Then the dove flew off.

Chiron asked Virgo,

“Why do our foes want these tools?”

Virgo answered him,

“Ophiuchus has one goal;

reshaping the universe.”

♊

To be continued!

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