Saturn sings a simple, solemn, resonating song.
Her heresy hangs hypocrites in her aphelion.
Vigilant and versed, no vagueness in her vitriol,
concede or be crushed, caved and cradled to oblivion.
It turns the tyrant and the triad into tattered tokens.
Remedies all rendered rage and routs radical notions.
She mends and mauls so masterfully - matron, mother and more,
all astral lights align in ancient atrium of lore.