Trapped by a Glass Barrier

Infinitely turning around, chained to a golden pole
Adorned with golden reins and a soft pink saddle,
A fair blonde mane flowing down its back.

Struck in mid air,
Screaming at the top of its voice to get out,
As if defined by a moment.
Strung to the shining pole like a puppet to a master.
Stuck there for eternity,
Trying to break free.

Drowned in delicate blue satin bows,
Holding together intricate, minute, pearly, white roses.
Golden lining starts and ends it all, tying everything together

All the while surrounded by liquid,
Frozen in time,
Trapped by a glass barrier.