• The bright red splash of blood has long since turned
    To white with age and dust and settled mold.
    Taurus wanders his home, seeming tired.
    Why do these men torment him, now and
    Since he moved to this odd place. Twists and turns
    Are common, Labyrinths confuse and such.

    Big frame matches war paint, all so heavy.
    Loincloth dangles with him, hooves not needing boots.
    Gleaming axe does drag the white and marble
    Tile floor. Eyes look back and forth at walls and
    Corners, red with weary thoughts and weakness.

    This one, this wall must be fake, for Taurus
    Pushes hard with all his might and viril
    Strength! Aside, this section! Stone tiles shift slow…
    Where does this way lead to? Taurus trudges
    Into darkness, gone from tiles and battles.
    Perfect Labyrinth quiets without Taurus.

    Down and down he walks, so many inclines.
    Reaching dimly lit rooms, Taurus kisses
    Princess, axe dropped down to wayside, smiling.
    “Welcome home, dear.” Princess smiles at Taurus.