Minotaur

Born with the face of a fearsome beast,

To earthly King and Queen of men,

Once every year on youth it feasts,

Of those who are brought to its den

The corridors, they twist and turn,

The beast has lost its way,

And now he moans, for his heart burns,

To glimpse the light of day,

Yet such a wish cannot come true,

The beast must walk the maze,

And in the dark, how its rage grew,

‘Till it yearned only to raze,

And now the beast must walk alone,

Along a twisting path,

To for his mother's wrongs atone,

And curb a sea god’s wrath,

Then one day came a man of Crete,

Bearing a sword of gold,

To slay the monster when they meet,

Is he fool or bold?

The Minotaur, now ages old,

Lives through only might,

With mind now gone and heart stone-cold,

He feels now only spite,

When comes the man of Crete to the Bull-man’s hellish den,

Their battle rages fierce and long,

The Monster meets its end