It hollowed patient Pegasus, daughter of Melody,

Digging out her resolve with its eyeless gaze. 

She shivered and pulled her jacket tighter,

Like a pair of warm black wings to shield her from

The cold of her blank paper’s emptiness.

Just as a thick fog obscures the road,

Leaving the driver blind and helpless,

Her unmarked page hid even from skillful Pegasus’ bright eyes

The drawing it was fated to hold.

With patience she waited to discover it,

But with fear, hesitant Pegasus dared not lift her hands to grasp it.

Silently, Melody’s daughter willed the drawing

To show itself, to break through the barrier of whiteness.

The paper revealed nothing.

Her hands shaking, skillful Pegasus lifted

A stick of black charcoal and pressed it to the page;

It left a thick, dark mark in its wake. 

The charcoal colored her fingers and

Stained her paper.

Hesitant Pegasus dropped her charcoal and it

Snapped on the ground.  She stared, bright eyes wide,

Into her paper, marred by a single, formless line.

It defined nothing, accompanied nothing,

Ruined everything. 

Melody’s daughter turned away from her paper

And stared into nothing as her eyes lost focus.

A cloud passed from over the sun, and

The light hurt patient Pegasus’ watchful eyes.

Shielding them, she turned away from the sun,

Back to the paper.  Pegasus saw her single, ugly line beside

The shadow of her arm, and found her drawing.

Pegasus retrieved her tool with her

Charcoal darkened fingers and

Lifted it once again to her paper, to her drawing.

Just as her namesake soared above the clouds to

Mount Olympus, Pegasus, daughter of Melody,

Soared through her drawing on a pair of charcoal-black wings.