I know, I know, weirdness. This poem is not saved for your sake, but you can read it if you want. I just didn't want to lose it, so I just copied and pasted it on here. Oh the frustrations of library computers. I guess I've given myself away, I really like mythology. lol.
The Mythical Flying Horse**Pegasus**
I dream of the glorious days of old, when legends were more than stories told.
Where once the mighty Pegasus flew, his wings of white, his eyes of blue.
From Medusa's blood he did spring, a graceful, wise and gentle being.
Raised by the Muses and pure of heart for him,
the gates of Olympus wouldalways part.
Tamed by man through a Goddess's betrayal, the Pegasus did cause the Chimera to fail.
But Man through treachery, ambition and greed, lost his bond with the magical steed.
Angered Gods put Him in their stable, there he became little more than a fable.
Carrying the weapons of the Gods, he longed to be free from their mighty rods.
The King of Gods then decreed that Pegasus would at last be freed.
Now he lives among the stars looking down on us from afar.
E. Sturdivant
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