In the spiraling echoes of the planetary ballet,
Saturn's bands chatter in metallic whispers,
confessions tangled in cosmic dust.
"Of ice and rock, I spin my shade,"
murmurs the ring, spinning secrets like old tapes, forgotten but not lost.
Beneath azure skies, a turquoise orb sighs,
"I hold no tempest in my bosom, yet my storms weep silent."
Neptune speaks, distant yet intimate,
its voice a nebulous ripple across the astral table.
"Secrets unfold like the waves upon my shores."
Jupiter's eye winks with a tempestuous grin,
"I have swallowed stars whole," it brags,
shards of ancient light clenched in gaseous fists.
A truth wrapped in thunder and rage,
vibrating through the orbs' harmonic serenade.