So Won The Shadow

When I found you all was lost to reckoning,
Tripping on my tongue, my feet to follow.
The battle then already long lost at quite a cost.
I've discovered since, my simple pride to swallow.

I fought for you, certain that you were beckoning.
My feet to follow, tripping on my tongue.
I braced fearless before supposed enemy.
I battled heartily, not to be undone.

I came to you, quite certain of my boon,
Tripping on my tongue, my feet to follow.
Unabashed, I strode to take my "prize."
And was aghast to find the "promise" hollow.

For you had another victor as the Moon.
My feet to follow, tripping on my tongue.
And only they could light up your night sky.
I had merely fought the shadow who had won.