A piece of string?
A royal ribbon?
A hair from the tail
of a horse of Annwn?
A chord from a guitar
or an Annuvian harp?
The slipstream of a comet
or the corpse of a fallen star?
An endless drinking horn?
The horned helmet 
of the Bull of Battle?
The horns of the Devil?
Something more sinister?
Yes – indeed – she holds silence.
And, in the silence, she holds a heart –
the heart of the King of Annwn.