Age of Aries

Thrust into life near-death and fragile,
Six weeks before the scheduled date,
The stars requested sentimental,
 Aries would never be my fate,

But the final house is dark and lonely,
And a language no one understands,
Longing to be your one-and-only,
Coveted for power my word commands,

I seem to fear my soul's salvation,
Premature birth forsook my strength,
By whatever pill or laceration,
 My lifespan was never to be judged by length.