The King of Stars

Rings, their ground, the marbles of round
They parade around the Sun they surround

Little and large, like soldier, like sarge
The solar army, the pull force in charge

Colonel Earth to the General Sun
"I raised the lions, both daughter and son

We're thankful to you, for order, for light
The biggest star, with no day and night

You are our King, though with no Queen
The biggest and brightest of dots we have seen"

The Sun rolled its tongue, said "kind words but wrong
They are not dot, the distance is long

I'm not your king, I'm here to guard
There're bigger stars in our gigantic yard"

"Then who is the king? The king of stars?
If it's not ours", questioned the Mars

Whispers, the light, the old, divine
Straight out of the grand design

"We're all a dot, some bright and hot
Dancing around an unseen spot

The king is there, no when, no where
Too big, too bright, yet too dark to bare

With rings of the ray who dare it to dance
You check-in just once, to check-out? no chance

The King, sphere, with no front or back
The surname is Hole, the nickname is Black"