They veil the palace tapestries at night:
Moonlight, they say, will fade a battle scene.
So time diminishes the bitterness
Of being young - those fear-fought days remain,
But with their savagery foregone. Success
Must be to have no memories to regret,
As greatness in a king, his peaceful reign.
Contentment, though, may still be had with less.
If tapestries can lose their wars, then let
The moonlight in, and from the past fade out the pain.