Bright 'twas the moon that night, <br />with all the stars in the sky. <br /> <br /> I was all alone, <br />with my back to an old oak. <br /> <br /> All i held in my hand was a letter and a rose, <br />a letter from my beloved betrothed. <br /> <br /> My heart hurt, my hands shook, my eyes filled with tears. <br />Enclosed in the letter was all my forsaken fears. <br /> <br /> As i read my heart filled with dread, <br />as the letter said my betrothed was dead. <br /> <br /> My heart hurt, my heart bled; <br />My betrothed was dead. <br /> <br /> The rose i had in my hand, <br />i held it close to my heart. <br /> <br /> And as i held it upon my heart, <br />i rocked myself as i cried. <br /> <br /> I whispered his name under my breath; <br />in which made me cry more. <br /> <br /> I soon began to squeeze the rose, <br />squeezed it with all my might. <br /> <br /> The rose bled upon my heart that night, <br /> it bled as i cried. <br /> <br /> I kept squeezing, until i could squeeze no more. <br />All pain had left me until i was no more. <br /> <br /> I fell to the side of the tree with the rose grasped to my heart <br />and with tears stilled to my face. <br /> <br /> <br /> All i could hear before my last breath and my eyes closed, <br /> was a wolf howling to the moon.<br /><br />Darlene Belcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crying-under-the-moon/
