Pegasus


When Perseus cut off the Medusas head, she bled.
Dripped her life-force into a frothy foaming sea
and you were born, then rose up
Flying Horse.
Oh, white winged steed, strong in body, swift of speed
and bravest heart of all.
A frolicsome beast, you feasted then kicked a hoof
accidentally opened a spring (since then called) The Hippocrene
from out of which water gushed, and when those drank
from this new fountain they began to sprout poetry and other
musings well to tell of your tales of daring do for
all of time, to remember you.
And when he showed you the Golden Bridle you came tame.
Allowing Bellerophon to claim then ride your muscular frame and
thereby he named you

Pegasus….

With him astride your back you rode across the sky
soon flew into battle and slew the beast Chimera, then
raced off to face adventures, ever new.
And he loved you flying horse, black-eyed sturdy steed
of speed and darling of the Gods.
But then Bellerophon presumed too much and as such bid
you fly up to Mount Olympus, thereby angering Zeus in
as much as he in turn sent down a stinging fly which saw
you buck and chuck Bellerophon from off your back,
and he was lost.
But with long white mane and tail flowing freely in the
breeze you rode on once more with feathered wings that
flapped again and an ease that took you up to meet your
destiny with one God.
Soon mighty Zeus took one look at you, fell in love, entrusting
you his thunderbolts to carry, and you served him so well that
when your time was done he couldn’t bear to leave you
away from him too far and, being God of all Greek Gods he
ensured your silent immortality by making you
a constellation of stars.

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