The stage doll

Her porcelain face displays those rosy reds
Locks of hair golden hidden in braids
Diamond-eyed upon her cheeks
she looks at you in affectionate way heart seeks

She dances to the strings obey
Applause from whom her performance prey
Upon the stage of dimensional face
she takes a bow with smile that grace would trace

She sways like the flower in the wind
All unknowing, like the baby before a guillotine