this is an old one of mine but I may as well put it up. can't hurt

Whisper secrets in my ear, o wind
What I considered sacred now rescind.
Tell me of the songbirds and the owls
Of moon and wolf and why he howls.
Wrap me in your arms,
O maiden of the stars.
There she lies - the silver goddess
Ankle skirt and pure white bodice.
Thus she made me such a promise
Bid release my gold-silk chrysalis.
She swore to me a palace
With a throne and silver chalice.
And so this maiden gave me naught
Not an aliquot of what  I sought,
But delivered me to filthy grave.
Lay me without shield nor glaive,
Advise me how to thrive, o tree,
alone here, lacking company.