Almost

So jealous of their bigger cousins
Gas giants guard their rocky moons
Quite often lording over dozens
Eclipsing sunny afternoons

Named as the fathers of creation
The giants revel in their might
Behave according to their station
Eating a comet, they delight

Concealing diamonds in their mantles
Rage prone until they’re disciplined
And then, their stellar lord dismantles
Their atmospheres with solar wind

With rings in tow, and always willing
The giants put up a good show
The star, though, it will get top billing
The others – they bask in its glow

Author notes: wc 91 https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784876-Fantasy-1034