Perfectly ruined

Saturn’s tale is one of pain and ease, In the vast expanse of endless space. Where darkness hums and stars softly gleam, A story unfolds like a celestial dream. Its beloved moon, once dancing in grace, Turned cruel and struck its gentle surface. Through the quiet night, Saturn bore the strife, Moon's fragments drift and wane, as its assault claimed its life. Echoes of love turned to lingering pain, Yet within the scar, beauty remains. From the wounds, a unique splendor grew, The moon’s betrayal forged rings anew. Could Saturn’s tale be merely its own?  Or a reflection of our life’s trials, beautifully shown?  Just as Saturn's ruins hold a divine allure, our own flaws reveal a beauty pure. Like Saturn’s perfect ruins of divinity,  the flaws we own are our greatest beauty.