How Does the Night Rebel Against the Moon? | Poetic Lament

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth,

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, “To the Moon”

How does the night rebel against the moon?
How does it rise like a giant peacock,
spreading its wings
to challenge the dreaded light?

Its wings close over the moon,
leaving us livid,
watching its silver blood fall.

O poor luna, luna,
bleeding your last spell of light—
tonight,
O moon of my orphan heart.