Pegasus

Who would have imagined, 

That unfortunate souls such as these, 

Would be thrust upwards by coalition, 

Placed on the back of fate as it flies;

Wings beating against the wind, 

Drowning the clamour beneath the skies,

In valour and silence, 

Designer violence, 

Magnitudes above their own small scopes;

Delivering velvet seductions, 

Blank books no one will read,

Shaking every hand, 

Caressing every cheek;

Bloodying every word, 

Centering themselves.