The spider’s crawling slowly,
walking to keep the night away,
trying to make the light stay till next morning,
though without any success.
As his fear dramatically increases,
lightness turns into darkness;
the heaven is turning black,
the moon is hiding behind the skies.
Every moment feels like an eternity,
as the lonesome spider is tumbling through the night,
desperately trying to find light somewhere;
the spider is afraid of the lack of colours,
his fear of the dark is obvious.
This spider has no friends,
nobody’s willing to share this night with him,
he’s just left there all alone,
without any friends at all,
noone likes him,
this lonesome spider.
Finally, the moon decides to show off,
but only for a few seconds,
then to leave the spider on its own for another couple of hours,
while everyone else is sleeping.
For the spider, the reality is once again a black, cloudy heaven,
he’s surrounded by the dark colours,
this poor, colour-loving spider.
