Pegasus's square lights my eyes
His shape familiar to
Dulled irises
A father's warm hand guides my vision
Pointed fingers raised
I still can see them
Revealing
Marvellous sights
Lingering on
Despite fragile lives
That hand once raised
I see again
Merged with the stars
My icy cold breathe
Melts beneath them
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