Space Poem by Matt Bennett

Space is an empty revelation.
Surrounding, enshrining my every temptation,
The ocean, the world's great mirror, shining
The stars back to heaven, constellations intertwining.

I wait to see the sun rise in the east,
So I can control the internal beast.
And when I see the constellations arise,
I see your eyes, to my devilish surprise.

Triggering the change from good to bad,
Everything, chain-mail and iron clad.
Maybe the sight of Saturn's rings,
Could bring about the end of evil things.