Orion and the Scorpion

My descriptive piece! Yay! It was hiding out under my coffee table, probably afraid of the dog. :-/

Orion climbs over the horizon
a leg and an arm first--a hunter mounting a wall,
with new stars--a trophy--in his belt
and a witch on his shoulder.

He passes the winter here, scanning
the sleeping earth for the last living creatures
and then slips away,
us leaving him behind as he looks elsewhere for life;

then:
the scorpion comes;
hunting for him.

I'm going to have to play with format some more, but that's the basic idea.