Labyrinth of Life

From the darkness emerges

the bull-head of Minotauros

and you, sword-wielder,

are not the shared son of god

and an Athenian king,

you are not destined to sail

with black sails back to home.

No, whoever was on your side

was not a princess with a ball

of thread, but fear-ruled ran away

leaving you to raise your sword

and shield in a futile gesture

no one shall learn of

when they find your

gnawed bones,

hearing the man-bull

roaring in the darkness.

22.06.2013