Minotaur

In the dimly lit maze, a labyrinth filled with tenebrosity,

Growled in the farthest corner the oh so mighty Minotaur.

The bull-headed monster, a colossal threat,

Locked farther away in the reigns of darkness - 

A maze designed with the utmost caution and meant for macabre bloodshed.

Who knew it would someday, meet its fate, the monster of Crete

In the prince of Athens, the son of Aegeus, the tactful Theseus.

Who had meant to be a meal, to be devoured within moments,

By Minotaur's monstrosity, oh so dextrously,

Slaughtered the dreaded beast. 

The very labyrinth which had been invincible, 

Which knew no start and concealed its exit,

Now lay silent with the last cries of the Minotaur echoing within the walls,

And rivers of its blood staining the obscure floor.

As a victorious Theseus walked away, beaming widely 

At the dazzling future Athens was to see, with its young maidens and young men,

Saved from the insatiable brute, the now forever silent Minotaur.