Entrusted to a tangled tame,

Suckled to a fairground game

Of floating through the forest quick,

Encrusted in a gemstone thick.
Answers though had wept to her,

Frequented with stuttered whir

Points that bend into dusty rest,

Tried again at her behest.
The flight of thought was surely caught,

In a manner that all had sought 

Until the day that she is finally alone,

A silence that no one can atone.