The Dragon-Minotaur Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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I went forcibly, kicked, into that den
(the hunter - a poet - tracked the beast to its den) .
In the heart of darkness I began to think
while I could still do this: think
how to get out of there, how to escape
of my executioners who, even
sealed the door, I felt they were
outside, waiting to hear the grunts
of the monster over my hideous screams
already bloody. But that did not happen.
I will never tell how I escaped hell
called Labyrinth of the Minotaur. Never.

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