He placed her under the glass for all to see. His perfect pet caged within her own mind. She danced the days away, her heart losing one beat each time the new crowd grew tired of the show. Like the rose, the petals fell until the only one left withered and died. To cage, something beautiful is to clip the wings of an eagle. Without flight, all they are is prey to the vultures of the world. Only the selfish will place the greatest treasures under lock and key and shun the spread of their magnificent wings.