To those of us who are like Pluto:
We regard the near skies as a haven -
to satisfy the ambition which has graven.
And, epithets shall not yoke us to earth,
And, gravity's reprieve chosen by mirth.
*~Dwarf~*
Steps are made for soaring into the sky,
our will, beared for each ascend to defy -
submission to only: our moons and a sun
that orbits the successes we have won.
hum
hum
hum
*thud* *~Planet~*
Yet, when our frail core has corroded -
we fall, undone by the blue comet, eroded;
down the steps, we crash, 'defying gravity' -
harshly: we exhaust this world's depravity.
thump
thump
thump
~134340~
May my oppressed grandeur awaken -
so, these people, wicked or saintly,
shall watch my finale in death -
for I have promised:
My Supernova!
Boom
“Let us rest. Let us rest.. Let us rest..."
*Silence*
"Then, we are free."
*Silence*



