Stolen by the wretched moon

I have your portrait hanging on the stained walls of my room
I like to look at it before I let myself fall within this gloom;
My eyes shed cold tears to commemorate what used to be,
All those days when we were together – just you and me…

For endless weeks and maybe months my fever was up high
My servants all around me - trying to figure out why,
They used to ask me what was wrong, but how was I to tell
That the only one I truly loved was now bound to go to Hell?

Oh my love, so many hours we shared together in pure bliss,
We were so grateful for each other – why must it end like this?
I try to reject everything that connects with you, my dear,
But I still remember your sweet words whispered softly in my ear.

And oh!... the pain that struck me in that fateful night
When your beauty was morphed by that despicable moonlight
When your gracious face was distorted into that of a monster
And the claws that split your fingers grew faster and faster.

That sparkle in your eyes was transforming into muted dark
And still I wonder what had happened to your pure heart
When you howled enraged in the silver moon's pale face
For it had turned you into a creature fallen from grace.

I still remember how you jumped at my throat
But I dodged your attack and ran to my rusty boat -
My hands were trembling with fear so I dropped a paddle
As I wanted to run far away, to not participate in this battle.

And now… late at night before I fall asleep
I can still hear your howl as I silently weep…
And I cannot understand the purpose of this doom -
Why my love, why were you stolen by the wretched moon?