The moon would lose this fight if he didn't
have his army of stars.  

When the sun goes down, the moon and stars celebrate, shooting
off colors, oranges, pinks, purples, reds, all those
colors celebrating the end of the day.

Then the Sun celebrates the end of the night with the same colors, just more subtle.  And it just repeats every day and night, a celebration of it ending, or from a different point of view, a celebration of a new start, if you ****** up at night, you get a new chance for the day.
If you got high and did some bad ****, you get the day to start over and do it again. If you get fired from your job, you get the night to do whatever you want.

Some people are different at night than they are in the day.  Wedges and flowy dresses partnered by a notebook in the day, Stilettos and skin tight dresses partnered by a package of cigarettes by night.  Everyone has 2 sides, sometimes more.  The people you see during the day at work or school won't see you at night, see who you really are.  You can keep one of your sides a secret, or both.  You can do whatever the hell you want.  The sun always comes up in the morning.  The moon always comes out in the evening, two completely different things, both needed for life.  Needed for survival.  Needed to keep us sane.