Misfit Minerva

I was a planet on the edge of the solar system,
Out beyond the orbits of Uranus and Neptune,

Difficult to see, shrouded in mystery,
I remained undetected throughout most of antiquity;

The traces I left, were difficult to find,
Requiring great wisdom and something of creativity,

Yet there they were, if one looked closely enough,
Woven into the stories of the dark and icy realm;

For the solar system is one grand anthology,
Written for the ages,
A story so complete,
Daring to be appreciated;

They are almost there, you see,
Decrypting my inscrutable enigma,

I will be soon discovered and unveiled for all,
My story to be told ’til mother Sun grows old.

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