Minotaur
The laughter of Gods
rings out hollow
across an empty stage
taunting my existance
denying my dreams
refusing me rest
spreading unease
but in the distance
something graces the horizon
a friend and salvation?
or just torment, damnation?
I turn and reach out
yet stumble and fall
crawling in ignorance
on all fours
a beast, not a man
enraged by my shame
I turn and lash out
too late my folly realised,
as blood like wine
pours from my love’s breast
pierced by hands unworthy of such beauty
My torment, my curse
locked in a prison
of my own design
trapped within my
own mother’s sin
Refused death
denied life
half-and-half
the neither and nor
thus is my folly
God-forsaken,
the Minotaur