While I held the warp and she did the weaving of the west, a tall shadowy figure stood over her. Change my first to a z and it is something on which many who wfh spend too much time. Change my first to vr and make me twins for the sound a child’s race car makes.

I wear a crown but rule no land, I blush in red or dress in green, Doctors praise me with a plan, Yet I’m often bitten, rarely seen. What am I?

Flaky French breakfast bread Pillsbury has a crescent version Which some might like instead But definitely not a Parisian

An ancient shape of mass devotion, forever pointing at midnights ocean But used by man to build a tower, where at its tip lies all the power

I hold your dirty laundry tight, and keep it tucked away from sight. Yet in another role I play, I slow your plans or block your way.