Moonlit Night’s Torture

One moonlit night

I sat and admired

the full moon’s silver glistening

on the shining lake.

How happy and carefree was I!

How cold and bitter that night

now seems—though then it was

most pleasant—when now I sit

and reflect upon what dread event

that fateful moonlit night occurred.

I sit and watch the full moon’s

silver glistening on the lake.

A mournful cry escapes my throat—

alas! Tis a wolf’s howl, wishing naught but

to escape another moonlit night’s torture.