The Pegasus —a majestic and awe-inspiring creation from God. Hear now! The voice of those who so joylessly consider the inexistence of our beautiful equine gift.
And what is a Pegasus?
Is one a mere fusion of the avian with the equine? But does one not, I intrigue of you, contain within its soul the lust of stars and the graces of the finest dancer?
I pray that you let me know, my Love, whensoever you should see one.
What blessings we have to witness the joys of eyeing the beauty of it! Even if only by the lens of technology.
My mother had not cared much for it, nay my father; their mothers and fathers neither, but my ancestors knew it, I am confident they did.
The history of man’s linage recalls the drawings of the ancient Pegasus. And we, too, saw it while we remained unborn.
Take me to the man who has never before imagined the body of the Pegasus. If you can find him.
Man shall always find a friend in the Pegasus. And you, too, my Love, may also find one.
Its rider, though knowledgeable in all things of the land and air, contrasts his greatness as minuscule against that of the Pegasus.
Its glory may be known at all corners of the Earth. And its wings grace o’er the minds of man.
Peirce the depths of hell! Ride on! O’ shining light in a dying world!
The Pegasus is. And may for ever be.