Hidden in Tartarus

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 
(Ovid Metamorphoses Bk 1) Postquam Saturno tenebrosa in Tartara misso sub Iove mundus erat, subiit argentea proles, auro deterior, fulvo pretiosior aere. 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.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025