Pegasus and Chryasoar

In the fields of Elysium, where the blessed souls reside,
Two winged foals are playing, with joy and grace and pride.
One is white as snow, with feathers soft and pure,
He is Pegasus, the son of Poseidon, swift and sure.
The other is golden brown, with a mane of fiery red,
He is Chrysaor, the brother of Pegasus, strong and dread.

They run and leap and soar, across the meadows green,
They chase each other in the air, a wondrous sight to be seen.
They nuzzle and groom each other, with affection and care,
They are inseparable companions, a perfect pair.

They are the offspring of Medusa, the gorgon with snakes for hair,
But they do not inherit her curse, only her beauty rare.
They are the gifts of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war,
Who freed them from their mother's womb, when she fell by Perseus' sword.

They are the symbols of freedom and power, of courage and glory divine,
They are Pegasus and Chrysaor, the legendary equine.

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