"If you think of the dark, as a black park, and the moon as a bounced ball, then there's nothing to be frightened of at all." -Carol Ann Duffy. The moon; the cresent moon. Shone so brightly in the sky. I fell down and lost the only light I had left. However, I found myself an even brighter light in the darkness that I call; the monster. A short skeleton who had a love for puns and a heart of white, the colour of purity, loved me and gave me my new cresent moon.