I hummed in your pocket but breathe no air, My reels spun songs for you anywhere. Once a companion on roads untold, Now I sit silent, forgotten and cold.

Try this one simple trick to maintain your health! Does that old wife even hear herself! Walter said I can trick fair maidens into a deep sleep. What a creep! Though it can be quite a chore, I sow bitter seeds of swift death used in times of yore.

They named you first, and held their aim, A word you wore, but never claimed. It clung like ash, like iron flame- And now you bear the shape of it.

They chose your claim before you knew, A symbol carved to amplify reach. They lit the iron, and pressed it through- Now you’re the sign they used to preach.

I challenged a goddess renown for her skill, in a contest of craft and lofty thrill. My threads, though exquisite, brought about my fall. My hubris now a silken thread, left me walking on several legs instead.