Neptune

The ruler of our ancient seas,
Tho' lesser god in space
With Triton, held fast by your side,
Spins backwards, 'round your face.

Your sea nymphs, swimming in the deep
Are free, but in your reach.
They're far beyond your faded rings
Sand-grains upon night's beach.

Upon your face, a dark'ng cloud
Appears, as though you scowl.
Then slowly fades, beneath white brows
Where methane winds do howl.

You trek, 'round Sol, erratically
On intertwining path
With Pluto. Lord of death, so near;
No one could fault your wrath.

Please stay within this clime, a while
Thy beauty, like the sea
Would be sore missed, and not replaced
Within this galaxy

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