Myth, Legend

Soaring high, pilgrim of the sky 
Flapping his glossy goliath wings, 
He wanders the heavens. 
In the infinite stretch of space 
He explores the stars, multitudes 
Of them, all beckon him to return 
Home. 
But he knows, his time has come 
His death, will stand testament of 
The wake he has left behind, 
of the souls he had released, 
of the brave deeds he had done 
to save mortals in grave danger. 
He could say, He has LIVED. 
No matter how much death tries 
To consume him with its shadow, 
He always sees the Light, 
For in the next life 
He knows, he will be reborn 
As an Angel.

The Pegasus