Princess Ariadne
Wound her ball of thread
So that her dark lover
Could be laid out
Cold and dead.

Jupiter

Kings & priests & princes
Ordered a decree
That the lord of darkness
Always should
Prisoned be.

But the gentle Minotaur
Pushes his dark curly head
Up through the earth
With flowers in his horns
For lovers.

Princess Ariadne
Sailed the foreign sea
Fleeing with her hero
From the dark mystery.

From the taint of magic
Turning to the sun
Trusting in the reason
Of the bright betraying one.

And the gentle Minotaur
Dark god of forever time
Knows what she will lose
And weeps
For lovers.