The giant moon

The stars up close to the moon were pale -
Dimly lit by its insincere glow.
Their colour waned; began to fail,
Consumed by the orb that continued to grow.
They followed blindly and traced its path,
Oblivious to their destined fate
Whilst the moon revelled in their decreasing worth,
Savouring the misfortune he had helped to create.
Yet those stars that escaped grew brighter and brave
Far from the moon's dominant light.
They stood out with pride, no longer slave
To the supreme ghostly sphere of the unending night.
Though they may go unnoticed by watching eyes
Their beauty outshines the rest.
They draw the attention of only the wise
Who too, with rare sagacity are blessed.
And so they find peace away from the sea
Of the stifling ghostly gleam.
Despite their isolation they feel finally free
Far from the fraudulent lunar regime.