Once upon a boredom, there was a galaxy. Via Lactea
The Sun was the reason and who all revolved around.
The Mercury was a foe, too close to the Sun for confort.
The Venus was a flaming red lightless star who was illuded by all that could shine.
The Earth was the ego of such galaxy, the one linked to the whole celestial syncrony
The Moon was the ever-changing satellite of the Earth, always beautiful, always coming and going.
The Mars was the fierceful, individual, warm hearted and lonely one with the strange similarity with the Earth
The Jupiter were the lovers of Venus, they were never seen for long periods.
The Saturn was the mean-spirited beauty, Saturn has broken the rings and was the first who stated to serve the own ends.
The Uranus was the betrayer and the betrayed and the emptiness that comes out when one join opposite values of the same quantity.
The Neptune was something beautiful, but distant like the horizon of the ocean.
The Pluto was, nevertheless, just as present as distant. Pluto may not be close, but it's never forgotten.
The Zena was like the Earth in many points, but lacking Earth's powers and life.
The Gliese was like the Earth in many points, but could fit better as a Moon.

There were also those minor elements who were fundamental in their own ways, well, not all of them were fundamental, some of them were just stones in a shoe.

The Solstices were great companions of the Earth.
The Supernova was the bitter dead star.
The Cloud was a cold vision twister.
The Mist was like a mindless minion of the Cloud.
The Storm should have been with the Rainbow, but it didn't happen at all.
The Space Dust was a way to taunt Saturn.
The Nebula was a less effective way to taunt Saturn.
The Blackhole was just as lost as all it had swallowed down.
The Oreon had not half of the relevance it should have had.
The Shooting Star was a dear rival.

Written by Daedalus