Minotaur

Dark. Sunless, moonless and starless
Held tight in the bowels of the maze
The beast makes a study of lingering

Oh, there are plenty of things to do
If you don't mind hanging about, hungry
Waiting for the light to be turned on

'Hold fast' the architect said to it
'They'll be someone along shortly...
think of the waiting as an adventure!'

Black sail aloft, Theseus stumbles in
Hungry for blood, but without a torch
Then, someone gives him a clew

The labyrinth's meditative twists, immure
The creature should have seen it coming
After all, mythical tales rarely. End. Well.

The Eve of St. Agnes

Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far
At these voluptuous accents, he arose
Ethereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing star
Seen mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose;
Into her dream he melted, as the rose
Blendeth its odour with the violet,--
Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows
Like Love's alarum pattering the sharp sleet
Against the window-panes; St. Agnes' moon hath set

Extract from 'The Eve of St. Agnes'
John Keats

Eve of St Agnes
J.E Millais