The Cruel Fates of Comets and Kings

Ah! The cruel fates of comets and kings. To bend around the arc of Archimedes, swaying and swelling, to be crowned on its next flight around. Followed by trails with wind in their sails, until new laws are lain on the land. They so love the moon, they would encase it in granite. Again, they'll rise from their knee with the next passing planet. Slung into the far beyond-- the golden thrones blaze and tumble through the dreams of princes. Andromeda indeed!