I am the great Prince Theseus

To Crete I travel

to slay the beast

who has claimed so many lives.

I sail on a ship

and should Fate decide I return

I must remember to change her sails.

 

He dwells in a labyrinth of stone,

repulsive mix of man and beast.

I am the great Prince Theseus

and I shall slay the Minotaur.

 

I step on the island

and two eyes fix of me.

They belong to the Cretan princess

and are filled with a strong emotion.

Before I am forced in the death maze,

she comes to me seeking a promise.

I tell her what she wants to hear

and receive a ball of string.

 

He dwells in a labyrinth of stone,

repulsive mix of man and beast.

I am the great Prince Theseus

and I shall slay the Minotaur.

 

I tie my aid to the entrance:

it leaves a trail as I walk.

Twisting and turning endlessly,

I almost lose heart and break down.

But dead ends will not defeat me

and soon I have found the foul beast.

 

He dwells in a labyrinth of stone,

repulsive mix of man and beast.

I am the great Prince Theseus

and I shall slay the Minotaur.

 

Such ugliness I never fathomed

before laying eyes on this thing.

His head is that of a bull,

sporting most terrible horns.

His eyes lack any emotion

and his fur looks coarse and like night.

 

He dwells in a labyrinth of stone,

repulsive mix of man and beast.

I am the great Prince Theseus

and I shall slay the Minotaur.

I draw out my sword and attack him

tearing a gash through his chest.

Agonised, he tries to rush me

and short is the fight that follows.

 

Afterwards he lies there not moving,

lies in a pool of his blood.

 

I exit the labyrinth triumphant

and every Athenian cheers.

I leave with the crew on our ship,

kissing the fair Ariadne.

 

He dwelt in a labyrinth of stone,

repulsive mix of man and beast.

I am the great Prince Theseus

and I have slain the Minotaur.

 

I drop her off at Naxos,

blocking her loud screaming out.

"To Athens!" I cry to the sailors

and everyone roars with joy.

 

In all our triumphant excitement,

an act of importance escapes us.

The consequence is harsh when it hits us -

we find out fine city is kingless.

We didn't hoist ivory sails.

Alas, my poor father is dead!

 

He dwelt in a labyrinth of stone

I killed him by use of a sword.

I am the stupid Prince Theseus

since now I do not have a king.

The End

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