Pluto and the Sun

I am Pluto.
And you may think
you turned your back
on me, but you are wrong,
wrong, wrong.

You may be the Sun
but you are not so glorious.
In all your shining
you have warmed by back
from a deep blue
to an icy purple.

Soon I shall be hot
pink, then white,
scalding with your hostile
rays.

Oh yes, Sun.
I have betrayed
you. I use your energy
against you, fueling
my own
spirit.