Selenophobia.

At once I was a werewolf

No longer can this form I take

For you my moon had gone away 

Never my true form could I make

The window shades in front of thee

In forms of men and absent apology 

Formed my inquisition for the whereabouts

On what other wolves might your beams shine

With lack of light from a creatures care taker

The fur and teeth had gone

Now covered up with coats of clear 

Shoes of not and mitts of grit 

On a cold and sloping shard of moon

A lonely man will always sit