Category : Poems

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Bid me thine heed friend, 
Whilst I Summon for thee this fable. 
Of warrior horse who soar upon the wind.
Ancient as they be rare indeed. 

For some call them beast.
Whilst some call them pure myth.
Listen whilst I bend thine ear, 
Thou shalt hear a tale of legend.

Hidden deep within golden glades, 
amongst where none mortal hast gone.
Resides magnificent creatures to behold. 
Winged horses, warriors to protect.

Only gazed upon by the worthy, the few.
Alas give unto heaven it's due. 
For they hath protected through and through.