She glides and slides around the palace of gold

Every slip makes her lose her hold

On things that cannot be held on to anyway

Tightening her grip on the things that forever stay.

She lets them go, one by one

They dance away merrily to everyone

Who wants a piece of the Thin White Queen

She’s going yonder to more pastures green.

Give her homage, honour due

For she, all wrong, does now eschew

Grasping tightly to the eternal inheritance

Laid up for her in her kingdom residence.

None can touch this extravagant hoard

For treasure laid up in the eternal board

Kept there for her as her treasurer trove

None below in this weary place only kept in love

Far above the clouds and realism of darkness

She glides and slides full of holy goodness

This her destiny and motivation

This her joy and souls elation….