Riding the Winged Horse, Pegasus by name,

I set out to slay my foe, as though it were a game.

The gods frown upon such derring-do, they think me bold.

I care not, for I know: I won't get old.

As Pegasus soars above the clouds so high I never look back,

never wonder why

Destiny strikes blow after blow

'Tis not for a mortal to know.

I bend beneath the breeze,

softly fanning my face,

as Pegasus, with a tiny sneeze,

gives the demons a merry race.

My sword gleams,

I raise it high.

Dragon fire steams

I slash the beast's thigh.

My winged horse turns on a hoof

swiftly, assured, forever aloof.

I pierce the dragon's heart...

victory is mine, and we depart.

Flying on towards the moon,

to repose in Selena's arms soon,

I shed a tear,

I weep, for once again

I gave my life in my horse's keep.

The Gods -- they envy me.

In Pegasus, they truly see

the loyalty and love they lack,

by the bye.

We defy them all,

Pegasus and I.

copyright 2001 by Regina Pounds