Pegasus

Once a milky winged stallion, I mistook you for an angel. I believed your majestic prowess. Like Zeus, I too hitched my chariot. Once the sparkling points of night, I mistook you for sky magic. I believed immortal your cosmos, your dazzling namesake array. Then your avatar sold oil. I watched your B movie at fumy gas pumps. I witnessed the curse of your hydrocarbons. I lost faith in your Earth poisoning moniker. Then your appellation found home in the dirt. Assigned by mercenaries feeding slithering snakes, tracking and tracing, extracting all our privacy for any perversion of power. I weep now knowing how far you've fallen. I should have known. You were always the prodigious child of Medusa.