She stands on the shelf, a glass horse so fine
Her mane and her tail are frozen in time
She sparkles and glitters in the sunlight's ray
But she longs for the night, when she can dream away

She dreams of the days when she was not glass
When she was a liquid, flowing and fast
She remembers the fire, the heat and the glow
The breath of the blower, shaping her so

She dreams of escaping, of breaking her mold
Of becoming a creature, graceful and bold
She wants to be free, to run and to leap
To gallop through meadows, to splash in the deep

She dreams of the moonlight, shining so bright
The stars and the planets, guiding her flight
She wishes for wings, to soar in the sky
To leave behind dust, to live and to fly

But she knows it's a dream, a fantasy at best
She is just a glass horse, unlike the rest
She can't change her form, she can't break away
She is stuck on the shelf, day after day

So she waits for the night, when she can dream again
Of being fluid and free, of leaving her pain
She is a glass horse, a beautiful sight
But she is not happy, she wants more than light.

Mythrodak – Horse of glass, pt. 1

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