A thread in the darkness, silken, reflective,
Glowing in the stillness and silence of the night that had engulfed his world.
He reached out. It did not quail.
Spider silk strong, it responded to his touch as he wrapped his hand around it.
Tensile strength lifted him, souring from the darkness to a world of light and song.
He looked into eyes pure and true. Love reflected,
The tiny thread that rescued him sprang from those eyes.
He took her hand, delicate, frail, yet strong as the web she had wove round his heart.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered.