The Pride of Daedalus

 

Amongst the marble and the wax

I sketched geometries of traps,

Created endless loops and chains.

I calibrated depths of fear.

 

I devised a maze exquisitely formed,

A stone philosophy of pain,

So subtle none could ever leave,

Its boundless horrors measured in.

 

And deeper down the screaming rooms,

Would echo all the terror out.

The final sacrificial cries

Would fill the golden palace nights.

 

Its heart became a dancing ground:

A bloodied chorus stamped with death.

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