she floats on a velvet sea
with diamonds studded justly
rising above the leafy tips
of trees swaying gently
the foggy Vail falls downward
she rises to her peak
and spins her web of magic and let the night creatures speak
hello cries the lonely wolf down in the shadowed woods
who shouts the wise owl from his perch in the hollow
come play squeaks the timid mouse as she scurries through the brush
but she, she stands above it all as all the worlds is hushed
for mr. cricket rosin up your bow and play a lull-a-bye 
for which she shall cast her spell and spin her silky web by
then silver light shall she switch on to rock the world to slumber
until the grey clouds roll in and roll the skies with thunder
but still even through the storm
though the rain might fall in sheets
she sits to bare witness to it all and silently she weeps.
"farwell". dear ones, she starts how slow decent
for even all her full glory she knows her time is spent
and so she sets down her knitting, the magic then doth fade
as she slowly disappears into the light of day.