Lunar

I rode the road by nocturnal sky

And peered up at the lesser light

The clouded canvas had made a try

At smothering the waxing cry

Yet lunar glow still won this night

I marveled at the shining rock 

In all its reflected glory

Moored in space to earthly dock

Tethered with a tidal lock

It insisted on a story

An epic of Shade’s war on Sol

The tactics, weapons, and wins

How cyclically, in part or whole

Earth on moon exacts a toll

And Light takes one on the chin

I found this quite a terrible thought

In strength the shadow seemed great

Then I recalled that dark was naught

For ever morn by day it’s caught

And smothered for its hate