Pluto

Pluto

'Neath the Night's Plutonian spell,

Where the murky water's fresh,

A corpse kneels beside a well,

Mesmerized by its living flesh.

Its reflection — spectral rover — 

Like the moon's path to the shore

“Yet what secrets lie beyond, moreover,

On the Night's Plutonian shore?”

It ponders paths forever gone,

And dreams forever unattained,

And for as long as the moon shines

The feeble illusions will prevail.