Saturn Devours His Son

In the void lurks a titan. The father of the gods themselves. Though by now he wishes that he was not. But the selfish titan lord Kronos, The father of the Olympians named Saturn, Must want to reclaim the life that he poured into his children. As he stands there, Crouched in the darkness, The only thing that one can see Is that among the titans, Even the king has no honor. One can also see the visage of Saturn himself. In his mighty but frail old hands He holds an eviscerated lump of his own flesh Pouring out his own blood, A son of a titan, A god of Olympus, Made a meal by the one who gave him life. As this lord of Olympus, Laid low by a bout of cannibalistic hunger, Dwarfs a full-grown human being, The titan that feasted upon him was larger by far, As an adult man would be to a small child. But on his massive frame he wears no kingly robes; Only the pale, rotted flesh of a beast who has spent days Consuming his own children. His head wears not a crown, But a face so animalistic that "face" does not describe it, So vile that the lowest of animals would object to it being called animalistic. His sunken eyes Are a pair of eyes that are windows to a vacant soul. From his red-stained mouth a godly entrail hangs, And the same mouth is opened yet again To bite again into the godly flesh That he has now come to enjoy. The dark, rotted mouth Of a titan who has devoured his own son.