Ode- specific

Request for the Queen
Guarding Old Gates and the New
Shall we dance a night?

I was born to dance
And I see you accept trades
So how about it?

So she sang along
As we crafted metal
Bit by boring bit

And in came her son
To heat up the admixture
Unusually

He played the fiddle
And knew how to play it right
So he played guitar

But he knew the song
And in its entirety
And I played the keys

So Silence filled me
And I thought of the first thing
That came to my mind

It was the best song
That had ever been heard of
And nothing like this