Born when the blood of Medusa outpouring,
Showed where the weapon of Perseus had riven,
Steed of Bellerophon, heavenward soaring,
Carried on wings by the gods’ favor given,
When thy bold rider, -the dragon defeated,-
Claimed as hi meed with immortals to dwell,
Proudly thou spurnedst him; baffled, unseated,
Dashed again earthwards he impotent fell.
Thee for our emblem we choose to remind us.
Each to aspire to a loftier height,
Leaving the base and ignoble behind us
- Al that may clog us or fetter our flight :-
So shall we break through the meshes that bind us,
So win our way to celestial light."

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Pure magik music from the astral plane.