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For centuries, the last of the wandering

Bodies within the stars

Was but a tiny flicker

Its secret, its grandeur

Hidden for so long to the eyes

Of mortals below

Layers of ice and layers of cloud

Orbit around

The true nature of your past

Is hidden in Tartarus

Oh burning titan, so far from the sun

Your glow is feint to the eyes of men

Oh slumbering giant, sixth from our star

Your past is feint to the minds of men

Oh deposed ruler, so long since your rule

Your son sits bright in the hearts of gods

Once mighty king, bringer of the golden age

No age shall be so great in the folly of men

Postquam Saturno tenebrosa in Tartara misso

sub Iove mundus erat, subiit argentea proles,

auro deterior, fulvo pretiosior aere

(Ovid, Metamorphoses, Bk 1, 115)

(After Saturn had been banished to the dark land of death,

and the world was under the say of Jove, the silver race came in,

lower in the scale than gold, but of greater worth than yellow brass)

Oh mighty harvester, a god so bountiful

Your radiance brought wealth to gods

Oh wretched leader, driven mad by prophecy

Your children brought war to the realm of gods

Oh besieged emperor, your army

Were banished to the prison of gods

Oh ancient entity, you’ve been usurped

Your kingdom is left to the deeds of men