It’s no problem,
Finding your way
To where the minotaur
Lives in hiding.

One turn,
Then another –
You are there in no time,
Ready for combat.

It’s not even
Difficult to kill him.
He cannot survive
Your sharpened gaze.

The trick is
To find a way back,
Step by step,
Through the sweaty darkness.

You pray:
‘Thread, do not break,’
But still it slips
From your numb fingers.

It’s a bull’s head now
Upon your shoulders.

- Edward Lucie-Smith