conquers all,
but they've got it
slightly wrong—
for although it may
prevail in the end,
it's too blithe
to override
and far too irresolute
to vanquish.
It would seem
to prefer
not to do that
nasty work;
for it's much
more romantic
too look nice
and take credit—
like the lusty
white moon
which derives
its cachet
from a sun
which burns
tirelessly bright
just to light it.
