Waves crash in a cacophony of misted anger.
Skimming forward through the mist,
The stead breaks onto the sand.
Wings crest breaking the solar glare.
Pegasus, born from the waves,
Cyclones upward in attempt to abdicate the God Apollo.
The ocean’s tides remain dependant on Apollo’s lunar antithesis.
As the days lengthen, chaos ensues.
Poseidon launches his stellar assault.
With a flash of light Apollo’s golden trumpets sound.
Tumultuous and blinding,
The stead ebbs and brakes.
The current dwindles.
Vanquished, Pegasus abates,
Diving back to the watery abyss,
The sea momentarily calm.
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