Battle in the Sky

In the dead of night
a yellow tint creeps up
and envelopes the town.
The moon
a wondorous wheel of swiss cheese
is beautiful to me, odd enough,
with its ugly glow
and deep dark craters.
It feeds the night sky with its radiance
with help from the myriad of
glittering diamonds
that are born to grant our wishes
and wisk away our problems.
Though the moon has majesticity
over all in the sky,
it will forever be the right hand man
of the even
uglier sun.