rushed poems

pluto, cold and bitter

i accepted the title and claimed it mine
when they took me from my cradle i assured i'm fine
light my bittersweet candle and be my eyes
as pluto spins colder, labeled "chaotic" in their folder
since they lost control over
pluto spins colder

don't be shy, it's not a shame to burn
persephone, my love
we all pray one day you'll return
offer apshodel and wine for peace at last
begging, "please don't bring more war"
but bitter for what you've done
pluto spins colder
-kuu