Pegasus soars with a golden bridle: imagination unharnessed. He performs aerial feats with composure and grace high above the buckled clouds.
Pure white scion of Poseidon, he ascends to the heavens. Lightning and fire flash in his wake. His flight lights the world in silence.
Untamed by mortals, he metamorphoses into the constellation that bears his name. Stars spread across the sky as his pasture; ambrosia overflows his jeweled feed bag.
The great winged stallion of Greek mythology, he struck the earth with his unshod hooves and purified water sprang forth.
He irrigated the cosmic mind, soaked the bone-dry soul. Those without wings must continue to search for his inspired springs of grace.
Rapture of the imagination, disciplined by the gods, he paces Zeus' stable, free of the weight of humanity; ridden only by Olympians.
As he prances among the coiling clouds, a solitary feather falls to the earth. Look for him in the dark.