Maze

poem


From the bright world into the black

Entrance he disappeared,

But darkness was an old companion,

And besides, he prided himself

On his composure.  Pupils growing

He drove ever inward, this right,

A left, left again, until deep

Within the echoing maze he realized

He was lost.  Setting his jaw,

He shouted for the Minotaur, its

Heated breath, foam-flecked nostrils.

He’d command the beast to lead

Him back to the light.

                                    Outside,

At each bellow, the crowd shuddered

To imagine what dwelt within.

© slovitt 2020
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Ifyouplease

is this edited, i do not remember the crowd line, now it reminds me of Fellini’s Satyricon the Minotaur scene
bad vibes video i removed the link, sorry

thanks for the acceptance.

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