Faith Dies

This is a sestina, so yes each line is supposed to end with the same words. x]
And tell me what a better name would be for this; I'm horrible at naming stuff.


The moon hangs like a cruel portrait.
Soft winds shudder at her cold stare,
As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart,
And the nightmare trampling of lost dreams
appeases the blood-thirsty moon.
See her ghost in the fog.

She was divinity's creature, clothed in fog,
The queen of snow, a beautiful portrait,
Far beyond compare is the moon.
Dark liquored eyes, the demonic nightmare stares
into my soul, reminding me in my dreams,
How she used to shine watercolors on the pearly pond of my heart.

But then the ones who couldn't have her cut her free of her own heart
on that ominous evening that stank of sunset in the fog.
With lanterns they chased away the phantoms of her dreams,
While throwing questioning glances over her shadowy portrait.
Jealousy was her downfall, envy over the bright and vibrant sun's stare.
For no one treasured the light of the unpopular moon.

She was beautiful beyond compare, and so the moon
crept through woods, mesmerizing her people, to slay their hearts
for they could not see her perfection; they hatefully stared.
She betrayed them and became a horrible seductress waiting in the fog,
Waiting maliciously to wreak havoc in her forests' portraits.
I survey over all, and see a mist rising in my dreams.

Dawn discovered her rising in the mist, dreaming.
Her heavenly white dress torn, raven hair tangled, behold the fallen moon.
Once so full of beauty and goodness, now her portrait
is marred with beastly frost and an aching heart.
I wept as I saw her ghost in the fog.
Full of sadness and pity, I could only stare.

She'd sworn me vows in blood; now she will not fulfill them, and she stares
back at me, admitting her failure. I should have never dreamed
that she would save me. I screamed into the empty fog,
"Come back to me, unfaithful moon,
You should have never stated promises that you wouldn't keep in your heart!"
But she had disappeared into the dark night, leaving behind an empty portrait.

Now the graceful angel of sin stares down at me from the sky; she is the moon.
I never dreamed this would happen, and it scorches my heart.
If you look, you will see the dark and foggy embrace left behind in her portrait.