Pegacorn/Unasus

From the beaches of Bermuda to the heights of Himalaya, never with such candor was a beauty more grander than the blessing of a gander from astride the beautiful Pegacorn. Golden mane a-frolic in the friscalating dusk-light; an ambrosia, hairy and extraordinary. A hundred hands below, the sad city weeps in woe, hailing hymnals to the heavens to hearken their hearts' burning for which they've been yearning. And so full of love and of splendor is our Unasus so tender, as under the gracious beat of his wings the loneliest skyscraper sings and sparked is the fire of the polis desire. Sharing his joy and his light with a majestic and magickal might, a whinny doth peal in flight, "I'm the Sky-Stallion, y'all, and to all a goodnight."