Saturn with Her Splendid Rings
Could Tear my Mind from Mortal Things,
As could the Look Upon a Face
That led me to a Barren Place.
A Face that maybe Lived a Life,
From Joy, through Pain, of Peace and Strife.
Within the Thin Sphere of a Realm
A Ship afloat, Abandoned Helm.
As Stars Pour Down a Fiery Death
The Light we see Bears not One Breath,
Of all their Glories nor Long-Lost Treasure
Upon a Face there’s no such Measure.