I, the minotaur

here I sit-
bathed in darkness
trapped beyond reach of the sun

I do not touch the poor creatures they cast into my darkness
flesh does not satiate me
so I chew on my rage

everyday I spin curses
on my mother, on Minos,
on the gods who orchestrated this.

one day I will escape
run far away
into the mountain meadows

and watch this city burn