In the jungle,she climbed the rising moon
Through the windy lane at noon.
And of sliced stillness,she grabbed a knowing wink
From a dry Zephyr that detests storm blinks.

Then weighty Cyclones fly under her wings at altitude.
Her glaring gaze dared this magnitude.
And the taste of her strength geared
From the recount of her furnished elegance.

She waddled on her nest
In the Sylvan from a frosty net
Of wild vipers and squeezed in diving might.
These came from the chest of bold breeds.

And like in a typhoon with angry thugs
Wrens came to wrestle with this flying lords
Then through pendulum tugs
She won her foes.

Then of stinging nettles
From a dreadful nectar
Her flight purrs and soars
Leaving the Canary of weak tales in cage.

A realm her net webs froze
A prize, priceless enough than bronze
Then her sleepless dawn soar beams
And now sky rails can cling to a majestic queen.