Hope sat by the open window
Reading a book
She was wearing a flowing orange gown
With blue sailing ships
Neatly spaced at intervals
A chill breeze swept through the small room
But Hope did not close the window
Instead she watched the moon
As it moved rapidly
In and out of the string clouds
Her friend Lux Amour
Was asleep in the Leyton chair
Her silence adding greatly
To the innocence of the hour
But Hope did not turn
For she knew that within the day
Lux Amour would be crouched naked
In the corner of the small room
Seeking the seven silver spiders