Analysis of The Midnight Moon

Once on foggy midnight,

I was all devoid of sleep.

I spent hours leaning against a wall,

beholding the sky above, so deep.

And what fascinated me the most,

was the solitary moon there.

And its solitude reflected mine,

as my despair reflected in its glare.

I witnessed the moon had to fight,

to shine in the dark and stormy night.

The moon still illuminates,

invades all darkness with pride.

Though cloud blocked its way of light,

and the moon momentarily hides.

But appears again, conquering the cloud,

It claimed its victory howling aloud.

And hence there was thunder in the sky,

The poor cloud then began to cry.

It brought drizzle and then a heavy downpour.

And I had to rush inside the door.

Rains disrupted my sheer delight,

And the moon was left alone the whole night.