Astrological

A horoscope written by a well-known literary figure past or present

Poor cancer, the claw of the crab bids you nothing but ill in all that besets you. Fare forth if you will in the hope against hope that it might not be so but, sadly, your birthstone, moonstone, will turn to moonshine and melody, once your vibration, will wail a demented, augmented fourth befitting the devil’s interval. Kneel if it aids you, just like the oxen that knelt in the lonely barton, or so it was said, but here is no Christmas. Best embrace fate and falter forward however obscure the path may be. Two loves await you but only to grieve you and sour the song that you long to bow on a viol whose strings will sing no more. So darkness nighs as your star winters westward but do not despair, a pair of blue eyes may yet betwinkle and lighten the yonder horizon in times to come. (Thomas Hardy)