With empty gullet preparing to swallow;
Saturn took up his son in deep embrace;
Neptune not knowing what would follow;
Saturn hungry for the taste.
O the malady that overtook him.
A father’s love; a child’s scorn.
His siblings’ chances looked grim;
His broken body taken and torn.
But Rhea, in her wisdom and compassion, had her plot laid.
In the end, Saturn’s mania, satiated by that naval stone in place of youthful flesh.
What monstrous path would you find next?
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
With empty gullet preparing to swallow;
Saturn took up his son in deep embrace;
Neptune not knowing what would follow;
Saturn hungry for the taste.
O the malady that overtook him.
A father’s love; a child’s scorn.
His siblings’ chances looked grim;
His broken body taken and torn.
But Rhea, in her wisdom and compassion, had her plot laid.
In the end, Saturn’s mania, satiated by that naval stone in place of youthful flesh.
What monstrous path would you find next?
An ekphrasis of the painting "Saturn Devours His Son" by Francisco Goya