This poem was supposed to be broken into stanzas, but something was wrong with FanFiction, so I will keep it this way.
Lady in the Moon
Have you heard the tale,
Of the lady in the moon?
There was once a maiden
Whose beauty was unmatched.
Her hair was that of flaxen thread,
And her face was that of crystal glass.
Though her heart be kind and gentle,
Her soul was bathed in sorrow.
For she had lost her loved one,
In the night of wintry snow.
She would sit upon a stump of wood,
And listen to the singing birds.
"Hello thy gentle maiden,
Who sits upon the stump of wood.
Why must thy gentle maiden
Weep like thy old willow tree?"
"Yonder birds can not unfurl,
This sorrow deep inside.
For the wicked queen of snow,
Has stolen thy beloved far and wide."
"But thy gentle maiden
Mustn't be despaired.
Thy love one is not gone,
But upon the heaven's moon."
Fair maiden stared upon the sky,
As stars began to twinkle.
There upon those idols,
Hung the golden full moon tree.
"See thy fairest maiden
Into yonder heaven's moon.
There upon that globe of hope
Is yonder beloved rests."
The fair maiden stood,
Her mouth agape in awe.
For in the center of the moon,
Stood her beloved man of hope.
"Oh, my kind little fowls,
How must I reach thy?
Tis high up in the skies,
And resting at calm in dreams."
"Thy mustn't be dispaired,
All thy needs to do,
Is rest upon in peace."
With that that the maiden left,
Forever gone in dreams.
Dreams of her eternal rest,
As the lady in the moon.