The Haunting of the Moon

She comes when the Moon is heavy With wishes from many a maid Who with passionate longing, Their dreams upon it laid She comes when night is warmest In the time of the southern winds That bring the moaning cries Of maidens who meet sad ends Her long dark tresses flowing Along a figure fair and sweet In creamy lace of night dresses She haunts there and hopes to meet Her lover, ever vacant, ever empty, never there Alone she walks this road and mourns This pain too much t’bare Theirs was a true love story Begun in the naïveté of youth They were to meet and marry But then a mad rival twisted truth The Man* said her lover was taken A wife and children he had at home For you see this blue Deceiver Had a love for her of his own With trust born of the young She believed his sordid tale But when she refused his offer His jealous rage upon her fell And alas the gallant lover! Comes riding in, but he's too late For his dark haired beauty Had already met her fate Then the *Man in the Moon whispered, “Young lad, Bring the lass to me… For I have many wishes... One just for you, maybe” The lover looked up in confusion but how can this be so? Moon-Man*, You are so high and we are so very low. Across the sea he noticed just then his answer there The moon was reflected in grandeur On black waters bright and fair So into the cold sea he went With his love in his strong arms Toward the ever deceitful Moon He walked to meet the dawn. My story truly happened thus Of that I can attest For I'm the vengeful maiden Haunting the Moon from death