Once upon a far-off time
In a kingdom far away
A young prince stared at the sky by night,
And dreamed of the moon by day.
Enchanted by the moon’s soft glow,
Spellbound by lunar light,
He never noticed the tiny spider
Who adored him every night.
The spider sought the prince out
And watched him from above,
In the dark and shady corners,
Oh so terribly in love.
“But I am just a spider,”
She thought with misery.
“Whatever would a royal prince
Want with a beast like me?
If only I could give him
What he truly desires.”
And the spider glimpsed him view the moon,
And was suddenly inspired.
The spider waited patiently
’Til many nights went by.
The moon was but a sparkling
Silver crescent in the sky.
The spider watched the waning orb.
Its glow would softly ebb.
The spider climbed up to the moon
And caught it in its web.
“Now I’ve got you,” said the spider,
Dragging Luna with a wince.
“I’ll wrap you up so beautifully
And give you to my prince.”
“Be careful,” the moon told her.
“You can’t bring me to your den,
For although I am small now,
Soon I shall grow again.”
“I’m not worried,” said the spider
“These webs don’t fall apart.
I’ll present you to my prince, and with this gift,
I’ll win his heart.”
Days and dreary nights passed.
No one saw the guilty spider
Who stayed hidden in the shadows
With the moon tied up beside her.
The moon looked hurt and angry
And became a great white blur,
And on dark nights the moon shone down
On everyone but her.
If the moonstruck prince so far had failed
To notice his admirer,
He’d never see her in the darkness
Now deprived of lunar fire.
“It’s not fair,” the spider shouted,
Spilling little spider tears.
“You won’t come with me to the prince.
I worked so hard to bring you here.”
“I’m sorry,” said the moon,
“But I won’t be helping you.
Perhaps you need to think more
Of what exactly you should do.”
“What do you know of struggles?”
The arachnid said, morose.
“You’re the archetype of beauty,
In mythology and prose.
“You shine down from the heavens.
You’re adored by everyone,
An oasis in the darkness,
The chalice of the sun.”
“Now, now,” the moon said softly,
Adopting now a gentle tone.
“You mustn’t think that I got that way
By hiding all alone.
“The night always means darkness.
The sun will always shine.
My light is only moonlight
Because I’ve made it mine.”
The spider was lit up once more
As the moon drew near.
The moon then touched the spider’s face
And wiped away a tear.
“Please,” the moon whispered.
“Return me to the sky.
Then visit your prince once again,
And look into his eyes.
“See him then for what he is,
Just another beast,
A fancy robe, a sparkling crown…
That’s all, to say the least.
“And if you do still care for him,
Once the truth comes into view,
Then next you must allow him
To learn the same of you.
“No matter what may happen;
If he turns away or grins,
If you have become confident,
Then certainly, you win.”
The spider nodded gratefully
And cut the binding thread.
She watched the moon rise to the sky
And considered what it said.
The light of truth illuminates
And all will soon be shown.
In any case, you sparkle
With a light that’s all your own.