The Thief and the Seamstress

Once there was a thief who boasted that he could get anything he wants "The sun, the moon, the stars, one day will be mine," he would flaunt The people never believed him thinking he was delusional. Only a madman would go against all things natural

He stole the sun and the moon with a flick of a finger Acquiring the stars was a bit trickier One by one, he shot the stars until their light would die Their essence bled and spread all over the sky

True to his nature, the thief kept slivers of the sun, moon and stars. This angered the goddess, and she plunged the world into darkness The thief, taken aback, returned all of her children to appease her wrath Yet the goddess stayed infuriated; no one could put up with the aftermath

The thief searched far and wide for ways to calm the goddess' anger His journey brought him to a seamstress residing in a strange manor The thief told the seamstress of his current dilemma She felt pity and promised to help the strange fella

The seamstress immediately went to craft three dresses: one woven with the laughter of the sun another embroidered with the tears of the moon and lastly, one painted with the blood of the stars

The dresses were so beautiful they blinded the mortal eye They were so dazzling the goddess cannot deny She forgave the thief and returned light to the world, but only for half the day For the fragments, the thief had given to make the dresses meant day could never be whole again.