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.
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