Whispers from the night adorn, Where the silver breath has sworn. On morning grass, my veil is worn, A crystal lace by dawn reborn.

You think you've got it bad? People use me as a milestone for ugliness. In fairy tales, I'm usually some kind of curse or punishment or bad character. In a book about kid wizards, I'm the least-wanted pet. Even nature mocks me by creating a stool in my honor... that I'm too big to sit on!

Round and round I dance with glee, Twisting through eternity. From galaxy's arms to pasta's twirl, I bind the chaos of the world.

A music group that performed an amazing cover of Stairway to Heaven A pump so efficient that everyone has one The edible inner core of certain trees

I tread on the edges of myth, A steed of legend, a symbol of purity. I am as elusive as an honest politician.