MinotaurA Poem by SwagMasterA short poem about the myth, the Minotaur.
I didn't want to be evil; I was born this way.
The mistake of my parents, And yet I must pay. I'm not to blame for my freakish growth, Neither man nor bull, and yet I am both. Forced to live in that cursed maze, Eating innocence that sends me in a craze. I'm a monster; nobody dare look at me, Shunned by my mother, and cursed by the sea. Then the one came, with his ball of string, Wooing the princess and tricking the king. Freeing my prey, and bringing his sword, Only thought in his head was of his reward. The blade entered me, and shone with my blood, I felt the sting, and fell in the mud. My awful life may finally cease; I thank my murderer for my Blessed release.
© 2012 SwagMasterAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on October 18, 2011 Last Updated on February 10, 2012 AuthorSwagMasterRoosevelt, UTAboutI use swag ironically so much that it's not ironic anymore. more..Writing
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