As it was

A story told in ancient times,

Filled with noble heroes an ancient ryhmes,

But this particular one of them all loved to fly loved soar,

His bravery known as well as his beauty,

His wings his mane his freshness still not tame,

Brought heroes into battles across seas an high mountain tops,

This myth this legend flies forward again an never stops,

Weather real or not his bravery is recognised worldwide,

Pity to those who trust only in their own two eyes,

For things unseen are often questioned,

Those before us the same not knowing what was destined.