A face like china

And eyes of glass,

Soft hair of ribbon

And hands of brass.

A spine of silver

And a heart of gold,

A stare that is beauty;

And yet ice cold.

Her voice is wind chimes.

Her mind is wind.

Her song is parchment;

And has yet to fin.

She is older than trees

And younger that stones,

She is forever;

And always alone.