"Light in extension",
Cried the kin of the Sun.
Their destiny untold.
The unfolding of the universe.
Boreas hears the Northern call.

Reverse? Could be.
The players don't know the game,
They do love the friction.
The Aeon knows not the fruit-
If only the Aeon knew the Tree!

Jupiter stands by his Highest Throne;
Mars wars with his side, abstract and alive, he is the fallen King;
Venus, maybe with the star in her eye;
Mercury full of valour, thrice great and yet nothing in all;
Saturn is the reaper, the scourge of them all.
And what of Luna? She outshines them all.

If only it was for everything! Yet for nothing!
She says "Thou art vermin."
He says "Hail Empress."
Surely these meanings can intertwine to reason..into water. Water and Fire.

Singing, dancing, fatal stop.
This time more abstract. Moreso than before.
Expansion is the key to it all. Then contraction, the twin, surely comes.
The meaning wouldn't be to human ears, but to the Archons above it all.

How the starry splendour expresses her vision,
If not at all.
A barren wasteland holding a single tree, upon the tree shines an apple of gold.
Eris has lost..
In fire: designatum of.