"Her body felt heavy pressing on the cold floor,
for the moon forgot to shine his light."
This is a strong visual, painting a dark scene, speaking about her codependence on the moon.
"The window crouched above her,
as her cry trailed the silent hallway."
I love the way you worded the first verse, it's unique.
"The night did not forgive her;
for the candle she lit wasn't enough
to tame her broken parts."
I love the visual in this too - the candle couldn't bring enough light like the moon would bring. It sort of feels surreal, fantasy-like, as if she was the keeper of the night and it was her responsibility to keep the moon on good terms.
"Brave is her soul
but not her heart."
Love this! It's beautiful, poetic, everything you'd want in a ending!