What of Moonlight?

That, which to most lies hidden,
Secrets and deceit, yet unforgiven,
Oblivious to the plainest things,
Evil that still haunts my dreams,
Pain - I feel - but not my own,
Although, to them - it's finally gone -
I wish... - O fate be merciful!
Upon this star, this moon, this night,
I beg thee not take from me my flight!
I ask this once, you let me free,
And grant to me this sacred dream -
I wish... - I fear I cannot!
The fear returns I cannot blot! -
O fate! What cruel trickery, be true to your word!
Words unspoken yet truly heard,
I wish... - I whisper it - but to see her face,
- An image, vision, or dream - of grace.
O fate...! So cruel most though be,
To reserve this pain for none but me?
Begone then, daemon! Lift up thy wings!
For they, to me, your cruel form bring.
Hate bursts out and sadness reigns,
I fall to my knees as anger drains,
For her I lived, and when she left,
It was that day my soul then passed.