"The Ruler of Pluto"

There's an imaginary ruler of the dwarf planet Pluto, 

He wins the dark side of the moon battle ten times over.

His Pluto is so cold, so distant, and so planet-like.

It would take a probe to reach Pluto ten years to pick him up,
And on average, it takes five and a half hours for radio signals to get there--
From earth.
 

We think that if the ruler of Pluto became exposed to the sunlight,
He would be unaffected like the cold color of its sea,
That's why we don't miss him when we're from the third planet of the Sun;
The green atmosphere, thin, and visible, holds heat like a sheet.
And it's just how cold it is that eludes him, because of who he is,
We infer.


The ruler's rock of rocks, ice, and his Loneliest of All made us yearn for more.
He had his reflecting moon, Charon, with him.
So Charon is thought to have been caught in Pluto's gravitational pull:

A stray from the Ort cloud--that's how puny we know it to be.
There are two other moons that orbit Pluto which are even smaller than Charon,
You see.

But as native inhabitants from the third planet of the Sun, 

We never theorized how cold Pluto is on its dark side
And it's moon, Charon, it never became fact where it came from.
Then one, long, Pluto day, the Sun's rays warmed Pluto one more time:

The horizon begun to disappear and cooled facing the backdrop of stars,    
Nebulae, etc..

We were always there with him in spirit, and we always loved him,

In his blissful, ignorant mind.