A Moon so bright, reflected light

This is inspired by my poem, which I find easy in language and heavy with the actual meaning: The moon so bright, reflected light The lonely wolf, far from the sight The glowing heart, a broken pride The restless sea, that cries tonight A tale of wolf, who loves a lie Once helpless bug, now butterfly All breaking hearts, all full of lies A tale of moon and life, a fantasy of light And in this chaos stands the wind The tale telling judge, a whisperer of time It whispers all the truth they hide The one they love, the tears they cry "The moon... a lie" the wolf howls "How free am I?" The sea cries And thus begins the tale of life A moon so bright, reflected lie The wind knows all the pain they hide Or so it claims, the whispering judge "They seem all different, yet they're the same If not in morals, then in their pain" Now one may say, the wind is wrong We'll never know, without this song The wind may lie, but what's the gain? If all it says, is unknown pain