Peace's Twilight

In every war I see, the suffering moon moving further from the earth. The earth calls on her on high "My friend, I am not dead yet. How swiftly you drop the cause?" And the moon lay still and answers "With all my heart and all my mind you perceive it not! Out of this orbit I shall flee than to watch your twilight with glee! If my shadows have offended our hearts no longer blended. What do I gain from your tortuous display better indeed to go astray.