She doth cast herself in marble

with countenance, demure

Hides an alabaster halo

hard, elusive, and obscure

She was born upon the mating

of the waters with the light

Then she cast her runes in darkness

brought the stars into the night

And her eyes replete with wisdom

she amasses many folds

While the field behind her bears the stain

where God destroyed her molds

Where leaves flutter in the wind song 

with an urgency and thirst

They will echo of emotions

throbs a heart so near to burst

They serve only to remind one

of the calm that lies inside

Like the eye within tempest

cyclic changing of the tide

So a  wind song echoes Wendy

in harmonious reply

to the crowing in of morning

and the suckling newborn cry

She announces her arrival

prim and pliant, breaks the fast

Somehow stoic and yet joyful

trims the sail and hoists the mast

For her diligence and virtue

she throws honor to the fore

sending blossoms of her verve

in beds of carpet on the floor

(continued)