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