Confession of a Minotaur

 

I am a minotaur: I stand.

I am a minotaur: I crouch.

I am a minotaur: I hide.

I am a minotaur: I stride.

 

They’ll find a way to cut me down.

They’ll work their magic through the cracks

And soon they’ll have me by the throat

And drag me out to face their fear.

 

I am a minotaur: I cry.

I am a minotaur: I shake.

I am a minotaur: I bleed.

I am a minotaur: I know.

 

I hear his creeping, sandaled feet,

This death the gods have planned for me.

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