The moon is clad in a cloak of tears,
I see it from afar,
Gloom covers it in a coat of fear,
The darkness dim the stars;
Shining behind the grey clouds
Is the fading smile of shame,
And without a trace of sound
Joyous moments fade.
Sighs of delight turn to groans
As the night proceeds,
Pillows of those sleeping alone
Are moistened by wistful weeps;
Rivers of tears and ponds of blood
Are now on nearer sight;
No brighter dreams, nor happier hearts
Under the moonlight.
Worded Sorrow 