Romantic Artists Poem : Saturn Devouring One of His Children

I fear what I spawn, so I kill what I create.

If I know one thing of my children, it is their fate.

I will eat them alive, straight from the womb.

My stomach then must become their tomb.

I must not allow my children to grow old.

For the prophecy foretells one will be bold.

And strip away my crown and place it on their head.

I will not be dethroned I will say and I have said.