He says the sound of my voice
striking fear into mortals
are the loveliest shrieks he’s heard,
worthy of slaying kings.
He’s built out a special part of his labyrinth,
to make the acoustics perfect for my practice.
I spend my mornings serenading him
while he plots the doom of hapless adventurers.
Some mornings my throat is sore;
then he brings me tea and honey.
Some mornings concocting traps vexes him;
then I bring him coffee,
rubbing his head and horns,
offering my ideas for mayhem.
Certainly, a few of his ways are strange.
I still am getting used to his eating customs.
But I know wherever my minotaur is
in these winding paths,
that is the heart of the labyrinth to me.
This cute Highland Minotaur sculpture was made by Kelsey Wailes.
See more of her whimsical creations (including some fun geek culture stuff)
at her store on Etsy, Eat Toast.
Song Choice: Evil Love from Phineas and Ferb
This poem was created in response to the prompt given by Magaly Guerrero's Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month: Legendary Beings In Love.