The Minotaur's Bride

The pale skinned bride
Held close by her lovers arms,
Her fair lips sweetly kissing

The young prince, so eager
to love such as she, caressing
her golden honey hair

The sweet aroma of flesh
Surrounds their chamber,
And the feeling of soft cloth pervades all

It is a violent passion
That they share,
A hungering for the nectars of meat

The rising tide of pleasure
And the final crashing of waves
And they lay still after

The darkness of night hides
The thief who steals into the
Chamber

His mighty horns cast
Evil shadows in the
Lamplight of the palace

The nuptial chamber,
Torn open and
The beauty laying nude asleep

Sees not nor hears
The fearful beast
Who grabs her weak form

Too late she screams
as the beast
Leaps from the window

The prince awakens to see
The monstrous thing
Leap away with his bride

“The Minotaur!”
He screams,
It has come

My bride,
He whimpers
Holding back hot tears.

"I shall seek
Them, wherever
He may take her"

His silver blade
In hand he
Rushes to his horse

With a clattering and
A scream, they
Ride off in the night



The heaving muscles
Of the beast
Held her close

She felt the beating
Of his heart
As he ran

The strides
He took were
Great and far between

She looked up
And saw his
Horned head

Her breath was taken
And her heart fluttered
At the sight

The bulls head snorted
Hot breath and he
Entered the wood

The darkness surrounded
Them as he carried
Her onwards


She held him tightly,
Her fears subsided
Replaced with something new

A heat was in her chest
And her heart fluttered
With new passion

The strength of the
Beast and his
Grasp was comfort

His home lay ahead
And he entered it
Holding his bride

Her frail form was
cast to the bed
and he mounted her

He hurt her and she felt broken
But the power was something
She had never known

His flesh met hers and she
Called out for him
And he bellowed

The heat of him inside
made her gasp
and she cried

“oh beast, be gentle,
Do not break my tiny frame”
And he did

Her body turned to liquid under
His spell as he came
She felt the cup run over inside

She lay there panting
Feeling unsure

The moon shone through the
Window of the house
As they slept, side by side


The horse’s hoofs beat
The ground with
Mighty clatter

And the prince looked on
Towards the woodland
Up ahead

He urged his steed on faster,
Even faster
Than before

And they cleared the great
Distance running
Faster


The branches of the trees
Obscured the moon
Yet the prince felt the path

The path the beast must
Have taken,
Taken with his bride

Desperation filled his mind
As he urged his
Steed on faster still

Up ahead he saw
The house, the
House in which he lived

He lept to the
Ground and crept to
The door

It opened slowly and
without sound
so he looked inside

His lady, whom he loved,
lay naked by its side-
On her face a smile,

In the air the sweet perfume
Of the flesh.

The prince knew it then,
That she had loved another,
And his mind became white hot rage

His sword, silver
In the moonlight glimmered
As he crept inside

It swung down
With mighty speed
And the blood left the beast

The woman screamed as the
Blood covered her, grabbing
The bull and caressing its horns

She saw her savior, holding
Sword aloft and spoke:
“murderer”

The blade swung down
again and again, the lovers heads removed
and in his hands

he held them aloft to the moon
as his witness
and he howled

End.