Pluto

Upon the cusp of Styx-like; void
mate, Charon, at your side;
a fit companion in your dance
'round Sol. Her warmth, denied.

Wee speck, to us; in darkness deep
near interstellar space,
your atmosphere, a frozen mass
spread thin, upon your face.

Like jaded whore, friendless, alone;
a soul and heart of ice.
Forever barren, not by choice,
by toss of Fate's dread dice.

Your trek, a strange, erratic path
with Neptune's journey, twined.
What secrets, hid by distance veil
would weary traveler find?

Does brown Dwarf Star guard outer gates?
Perhaps a small Black Hole,
resides nearby, lest you depart
this family of Sol.

'Twould be a treat to anyone
who reaches for the sky
to view your esoteric plain
and hear the stellar sigh.