The Man on the Moon

The moon cannot create it's own light. 
When we see it, it's reflecting the light that was stolen from the sun. 
Sometimes that must not be enough, 
because every night, as he rises,
the man on the moon likes to string me up with a noose and steal away my light.
He likes to leave me in the shadow that he casts,
Where the demons and nightmares feast at last.
When the light is almost gone and I'm ready to give up my fight, 
The sun will come and refuel my light. 
Brighter than before, stronger in every way.
Until the moon rises, I must fight another day.