Grecian Revue

If I made us wings of wax 

Would you fly towards the sun with me? 

Just to see how far we'd get 

To feel the wind on our skin and breathe deeply in the brine and salt 

For the most heavenly view of sparkling ocean blues and sunset hues 

humanity was never meant to see 

To– just for a moment– think not of sorrowed, sober, somber reality, 

but dream with dew drop eyes at all the things that could be 

And when arrogant heat brings our inevitable fall 

I'd laugh, all the way down. 

I appreciate the offer, angel face, 

but wax wings were never quite 

my style. 

If I were a character in 

your myth, I would be the 

minotaur, probably. 

The sinewy beast, tragic in birth, 

unaware of the ruin its herculean 

hands wring. 

You still interested? Maybe you would 

like to take a stab at 

stabbing me. 

The labyrinth is demised and desolate. 

You have seen worse, I promise. 

I promise. 

If you see Theseus, will you 

shake his hand? Ask about my 

pretty head. 

If you come inside, please do 

not slay me gently. At least 

treat me 

like a real monster for once. 

A monster you say? 

A monster you may be 

But to tell the truth, humanity never was 

of much interest to me. 

Perhaps, o Minotaur, your monstrous strength is exactly what I need 

If wings of wax are not your thing, then 

instead I'll don another mask and bring to you some shining string

I'm not afraid of labyrinths 

I think you know that. 

After all, they have such marvelous design 

So if it pleases thee 

Put your hand in mine 

And we'll set aside the hatred for horns and hooves we were gifted by the human king Sail away from here 

And find out together where this thread leads.