The Silver Queen

Spinners twirling, Silver swirling, Conjured magic dinner plate. Her eyes devising, Hypnotizing, Glittered, gleaming, polished slate. She knits a dress With silky tress, She puts her prowess in the stitch, And gives her guest A lovely rest. Her kisses halt the latent twitch. She lays her head, upon the thread, and watching sky and sea and moon, inquires whence about her prince, and if he'll come to find her soon. For when his gaze upon her lays, and legs creep onto bed and tomb, Therewith his wife craft pearls of life, as he gives his to fill her womb. Her children grow, and briskly go, on strings of air and brazen pride. they sing goodbye, and off they fly! To calling wind, they all abide. Her great delight Is pale moonlight, It makes her shining quilt unseen, And brings a score right to her door; The lofty, royal silver queen.