These Minotaurs: the lost and sad,
The broken bodied, buried, burnt.
These fragments of the tales and fears
Are scattered over ancients’ seas.
These Minotaurs: so full of pride,
Of lust, of frail and short-lived reign.
These horrors spawned which rise and hate
And tear the spirit from the heart.
These Minotaurs: the innocent
Chthonic children, bursting free.
The gods of tunnels, formed and planned.
The gods of monsters yet to be.
These Minotaurs which question us.
These Minotaurs betrayed by us.