Black widow spiders
Devour the Sun,
The Moon man's work is almost done

Eight legs scurry
Over here and there,
The light of Sun could only dare

To show his rays
In the ever bold face,
Of the dark night's lore and it's weaving lace

Weaved spittle spines
As spiders crawl,
Furry legs, white stripes and all

The Moon, he spreads
Diamonds over sky,
Lighting the night as lightning bugs fly

Clouds roll in
And clouds roll out,
Sparing the night and Moon their pout

"Much thanks to you,"
Moon says to the clouds,
"If you'd stayed around I wouldn't be found."

He waves them off,
Chuckles some spite,
"I'm the fame of every starry night."

But the real truth is
The Sun is the star,
Lighting the Moon from behind and afar.

Brothers they are
In day and night,
Keeping sweet Earth in dark and light.