Wiki: Artist, Ian Hornak
Foaled in blood, and blessed with wings,
where’er he lights sweet water springs.
Thus, every ringing strike of hooves
his true Divinity he proves.
From such a monstrous Dam he came,
bestowed with beauty, fair of name.
From noble brow to coronet,
the perfect equine form was set.
His Sire rules tempestuous seas,
brings fisher-widows to their knees.
A restless Deity of the Deep;
a soul to save, a soul to keep.
Beat your wings, bright feathers sweeping,
earth and sky within your keeping.
Ridden once, but wild forever,
nevermore to wear a tether.
Fly swiftly, colt of blood and tears,
with thunder sounding in your ears.
Ascend to Heaven, Zeus has spoken,
Olympus, dreaming, is awoken.