Your Alias

You have an alias that lights up
whenever the moon is high.

Your eyes change color, and the night
seems darker, but more flighty,

the clouds speed by! Up there in the
glowering covered sky.

People don't really care
what you go by
All your clothes are dark
and shiny
So you're covered, and you're seen.

What is that name,
that floats around out there,
hiding behind flagging fog,
lazy and dark, climbing down the hill?
(You know the one).

You have an alias that lights up
Like a marquee
And like that, too
It changes all the time.