Valiant Pegasus

‘When only the satellites are spared in the distance And the mother ship has lost her spin around the axis When our last personal effects are launched in a capsule, And we’re all gone, is there proof that we had a soul?’ My wings span Armageddon’s aftermath Feet far removed from the scotching earth Fluffed pillows suffocate my insomnia I levitate on a bed of euphoria ‘I’m a warrior I’m a survivor’ Gifted tongues for fangs We bridge turbulent waters Gifted hands instead of claws We reap what we sow I stencil my thoughts on the fabric of time And flap my wings to all forms of freedom I know my presence is a gift And to deny others of me is theft My palms bare blisters from the grasping of endless doors They bleed from the endless digging of granite floors I stare high at the bar of unrealised dreams within And summon the valour to face (my worst nightmares) the griffin Gifted talents instead of talons We sore to greater heights Gifted honour instead of bloodlust We embrace all that is new and different Gifted vision instead of eagle eyes We envisage a brighter ever after Wing tips tingling in the winds of change I fly beyond to define a new age (a new world) I fall to the warm embrace of novelty Newton never invented gravity Gifted hope instead of ropes We are the emancipated hope(s) Gifted longevity instead of nine lives We appreciate what we’ve been gifted evermore 'May the soul never die'