Moonlight and sorrow

Had I seen her in the moonlight on that fateful day, 

I’d have taken her hand much to my dismay

For once I had that sight upon my lonesome face

My heart was doomed to fall from that damnful place.

Should it had fallen to the ground in hellfires flame, 

I could not say I’d had regretted it, it would not cause me pain. 

And yet here I am, dreaming of moonlight and her grace

I know deep down I’ve fallen, I know the result is the same