The Whole of the Moon

The moon was bright,
On this dark, cold night.
The featureless sky,
Made it look not high,
As if it was trying to enter my mind.

It hung alone,
The stars had gone,
As I stood by a field,
To fear I wont yield,
As I am not the scaring kind.

Mind you, good job I wasn't listening to my audiobook, Bram Stoker's Dracula, at the time, or I might have had to change the end of the rhyming couplet.