The rocking horse

The rocking horse is slightly ill with chrome disease
Her branching veins are filled with poisoned trees
The rocking horse deep in the corner of your mind
Sending glass arrows to the crimson mankind
The rocking horse  is dreaming of а sea hike
Cutting out the core from a clown`s psyche
The rocking horse is dancing with a  London bridge
On the edge of the scar sinking in а salt pinch
The rocking horse in war with bitter walls
Surrounding  her while going on the strolls
The rocking horse will say farewell to clocks
And hide herself behind the thirteen locks
The rocking horse will take you far away
The sleeping bees have nothing left to say