Prophecy: Aquarius esoteric arrival

When the fish first came, the water was blooded.
Split into trine, for Gaía be flooded.
He told us to follow, to the house that he entered.
To loosen Orion, wormwood would be centered.

Look to this day, not too long ago.
To find the birth, of the King never sowed.
He will claim no crown, no gold to be downed.
He serves only us, servant of the bound.

In house of rising sun, Hyakutake marked his birth.
When Apollo, Hermes, and Ares die for thirst.
And with them a titan, the keeper of time.
Kronos the youngest, his sickle of sign.

They whispered of a boy, found beneath the well,
To pour the stars down where the shadows once fell.
Aquarius is hidden, a gnomon of Judah.
In Crete Ganymede, a birther like Doula.

What does he bring is his pitcher, to pour?
The Quince of Aphrodite, the pit to the core.
And when this is baked, in the hellish like pyre.
New moon of the Ram, will kill every liar.

But spill no blood, he is not Heracles.
Only the reason, the trees lose their leaves.
Prometheus will give, fire back to man.
A torch like Paris, the Achilles of clan.