‘Why do you weep girl?’
‘For loss,’ she replied.
‘What do you know of loss?’ he asked.
‘Will I not be lost to your consumption?’
‘Is this your knowledge?’
‘It is my future, or lack of it.’
‘Futures are precarious things,
built on stones of the pain weathered past.’
‘A beast speaks of pain,’
she caressed a tear between her thumb and fingers.
‘What do you know of pain ?’ she asked,
stroking his words to come forth.
‘Born of spite and wrath,
lust falsely felt and acted upon,
I was swaddled in it from birth,’ he cried.
‘Two worlds not meant for union
war within this body and mind,
pain is the cradle
that rocked me to slumber.’
And she saw the truth of it in his eyes,
as he took her.
Minotaur derives from the Ancient Greek Μῑνώταυρος, a compound of the name Μίνως (Minos) and the noun ταύρος “bull”, translating as “(the) Bull of Minos”. In Crete, the Minotaur was known by its proper name, Asterion,a name shared with Minos’ foster-father.
In Greek mythology, the Minotaur (Ancient Greek Μῑνώταυρος [miːnɔ̌ːtau̯ros], Latin: Minotaurus, Etruscan Θevrumineś), as the Greeks imagined him, was a creature with the head of a bull on the body of a man or, as described by Roman poet Ovid, “part man and part bull”.
Sourced from Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minotaur
Submission for ABC Wednesday
Also submitted to the Poetry Picnic Week 20: Fairytales, My First Time, Hope and New Year’s Resolutions.