Luna

A crescent in shape apon the dark
A form in starlight as an arc
Draws all eyes to nights beck and call

Some say it is made of cheese
Well some scientists may disagree
All who see its beauty are enthralled

A guiding figure for those on the path
To heaven's light, or hells own wrath
Helping them back without a stall

Prophecies were placed on this
Recounting times of future bliss
Set on the moon and its words of recall

Controlling the motion of waters own flow
Moving the tides to and fro
The call to a storm, causing a squall

An opposite to the one so bright
A mirror that sits in encircling night
Reflecting its enemies contrasting thrall

A topic of many a political debate
Distance making it hard to regulate
Space empty, but a people's wall

An object of war for many a year
A goal to reach, that palish sphere
A planet in large, but looking small

Held in line, made secure
Spun around by earth's allure
Encircling us at a crawl