A Sonnet to Eris

A distant icy rock you may appear,
To those who do not know your divine form,
But lacking planet's definition clear,
You saw it fit to overturn the norm.

With distance farthest, and year the longest measured,
Third brightest object in an astral belt,
Your chaotic presence known and treasured,
Your strife-filled presence known and seen and felt.

Truth cannot exist sans definition,
Science seeks the pursuit of the true,
Culture has its own sense of tradition,
Eris has Her own strange point of view.

A distant icy rock though others see,
You seem as the Prettiest One to me.