Under The Weeping Moon.

In the presence of the moon at large
He sat under the willow tree
(And wept)

The tears of sorrow
(Tears of pain)
Streamed down his lonely face

The clouds crept up so slowly
Like shadows from the sky
Bearing the hatred within them
(The jealous tears all hidden inside)

These clouds are looking down on the man
That looked up at the moon
Through the branches
Through the leaves (that gracefully sway)
Of this tree that looks so deprived
(so unloved... so unnoticed...)

Out of the darkness, they swept up the sky
And swallowed the moon in one bite

(The clouds took all control)

The one thing left in his shattered heart
(Was gone)
Vanished

Desperate to see his beauty once more
He searched throughout the stars
Finding that in which he needed
Finding not what he desired

All hope was lost
The night the clouds took hold of the moon

Alone again, he tilted his hat
And stared into the grass
With eyes cast down that shone so bright
From the pain that never came out

Until the night the moon returned
He sat under the willow tree
(And wept)


PS : Thank you bihar for the uncountable nights in ground watching the moon and Thank you OPETH :D

PPS : \Google/ for t3h Pic.