You Promised

Dear Moon,

You promised. And you lied right to my face.

You told me if I waited

I would soon find his embrace.

I sat beneath your soft night beams

and never strayed from chanting.

And even still I found myself

alone in a meadow, dancing.

I prayed to you, and you smiled at me,

and I took it as a sign.

And now my blood flows on the rocks,

and still he isn't mine.

So see if I ever

trust you again.

Moonlight,

you are not my friend.

I cannot wait

for night to end.

Signed,

a jilted almost-bride

if only you had kept your side.