How the moon betrayed us

We still recall them, those who spoke
of where the winds of fate would find us.
Their words were fair, our hearts awoke,
the ache of which ere long would blind us.

They said that, where the shadows are
a light would rise at last, to save us,
and sweep us to a place, afar
where all the light and dark would crave us.

We waited for the darkest night
and left our homes where no one knew us
and sought to find the brightest light,
away from eyes that saw right through us.

They said the moon would save us all
but nay! Her every glimpse escaped us.
The hunt of her enslaved us all.
The bitter robes of failure draped us.

We let our hopes too soon ascend
trusting that the moon would show us,
but she betrayed us in the end
and all we saw were stars above us