He had grown tired of wrestling
with the moon, knowing he would lose
every match even when he was
on the verge of finally pinning it,
for it would wax or wane
and he would be left grasping
at the first rays of approaching dawn.
He knew he should give up the effort
but his nature, his stubbornness
would never allow it so once again
as the sun began its departure
he girded himself for battle again,
wondering what it would be like
to just once be declared the victor
of that always obsessive orb.