Saturn Rising I am the outstretched hands
Of my distant King,
A taskmaster by trade.
His will, I impose
With harvesting blade. To my trap, I draw in
All whom I can reach
From this desolate space.
A fortress of fear
In a lonely place. I restrict the mighty,
Imprison the weak.
All pretense, I see through.
It is I who give
The Devil his due. I concentrate matter
And crystallize thought.
Intensity, sublime.
Enforcer of rules.
A master of time. Saturnus the Tyrant,
With six rings of doom,
And nine vigilant spies,
Guarding my secret
From unworthy eyes. Few are the intrepid
Who elude my grasp,
And force me to confide
The secret knowledge
I zealously hide. With those who can escape
My rings of bondage,
Great power, I must share.
Energy harnessed, And then, brought to bear. —Strider | 
