The Moon's Game

The sun hides from the night
As night basks in its shame
But once the sun takes flight
The moon can start its game

Its little match of chess
Its stars that he calls pawns
Leave nothing but a mess
Abilities raise wan

The ivory starts soon
Gliding in on gleam
The darkness of the moon
Follows as a dream

Flying through the black
Chasing ‘way the blue
The day is falling back
So night can start anew

The pawns are taken worst
Into opponent’s ring
“That’s why they all go first,”
The queen sighs to her king

The sun is sinking fast
The moon charges the sun
To fall, the moon is last
The night has clearly won

The moon hides from the day
As sun basks in its shame
The moon has given way
So sun can start its game