• She wore a cloud about her shoulders

    Moving boulders with her toes.

    Her hips were made from battleships,

    And she shook them where she chose.

    Her heart was forged from iron,

    So it never missed a beat.

    Her soul was tough as leather,

    So she wove it to her feet.

    Her skin was soft as rose petals

    With nettles all ground in.

    Her hair was woven only

    From the faintest wisps of wind.

    When night brought pools of moonlight

    She bathed in the cool rays.

    She always found herself at home,

    No matter where she strayed.

    The world was her oyster,

    And she its little pearl.

    She could have risen to the sky

    But instead she chose the world.