Jupiter’s rings lull a tune,

Dances round like sweet perfume,

Walk their way from hip to crown,

You’ll spot mine, it’s upside-down

That silhouette could be my reflection,

Tiny wings, perfect imperfections,

A voice of million symphonies,

Weighs me down to my knees,

Protagonist in a tragedy,

Throned underneath Damocles,

Ask the air with furious shame,

Someone please take my place.