We wrapped the webs around our fingers

Early when we couldn’t see

We saw the moon hanging like a thimble 

Hanging on three fine threads 

Twice we watched with amber eyes 

Four wintry faces all aglow

The silver bower peering over

To watch the spider finely carven   

The moon shining brightly Up there in the sky Sheds it's calming light And tells me not to cry.   Something in the shining Brightly glowing sphere Tells me it's alright And that God is always near.   Why that wildly beauteous But sweetly calming glow Makes me want to cry, and laugh, And dance, I do not know.   But as I look up high Up to the twinkling light, I know God made the moon And the moon's my friend tonight.

**A short story... hope the ending isn't too confusing. Enjoy.**

There was no moon that night. Aislin always remembered how the sky looked, for the stars still burned as bright as ever in her mind even years later, but there was always that empty space where the moon should have been.