08/10/2025
I sign no paper,
only the sky.
The ink is starlight,
the seal — my sigil’s eye.
Mars swings the sword,
guard at my gate.
Venus turns the key,
drawing beauty, sealing fate.
Jupiter builds the halls,
gold bricks of time.
Mercury wires the halls,
with logic’s silver rhyme.
The Moon is bound,
yet whispers when the tide turns.
Saturn watches,
but serves where my rhythm burns.
Each planet a worker,
each shift a vow —
I manage the cosmos,
and they work for me now.