The coming of the son of the ring lords

 Once far away in a strange place of sorrowful lament for life's breath

Lived a boy

Not of earthly decent did his soul originate 

But a seed born from the womb of a great star

This source within his vehicle off blood and bone

Spoke revealing truths in fleeting dreams

And he awoke to be not of this world at all

But of infinite cosmic origin

A pill hard to swallow for a mere human

So there in Lies the problem

Most would die to avoid reply

To this question unanswered

For he is descended from a dark alien race

Who dwell in darkness 

And it was only right that he should be like them

And walk the path laid out by his great fore fathers

The ring lords that reside on the wastes of Saturn

They call in nightmares for their child's return

"But I have changed so leave me be"

Cries the boy from his earthly purgatorial prison

And thus he remained somewhat free

To love this new world and its ways

At least by day

For by night the moon holds sway on souls of the later year

For he the son of Saturn mage of the great house Aquarius

Is destined to run forever from the the tyranny of inherited hereditary

Prodical son of the ring lords he is forever an outsider

An unquided missile loose in eternal time

Where is he bound what path will he choose

Free will itself give those who use it the power to change the coarse of history

This world's destiny is in his hands so now he waits

In a weary watching transcendence 

In this age he lives

So listen alone

And hear the great cry of the son of the ring lords

A poem by liamHerdman