King Minos,
Spited by the God of Oceans,
Hesitated but a while
Before poor Pasiphae's bull-headed son
Was penned inside the labyrinth,
And then, as if to throw away the key,
Inventor Daedalus and his dear son
Were for their work a prison tower fee'd.
But they grew wings, for as we know,
An inventor's work is never done...
If only Icarus had listened
And kept a proper place below the sun,
Breugel's painting would have lost
Its distant splashy focal point;
The plowman and the shepherd would
Have stood alone above a perfect sea.

Old Minos never had a chance,
And though the cunning Hunter,
(He, who found the man who
Made a string crawl curving
Through a shell behind an ant),
Had won... decided to disrobe
And take a dip...a foolish act
To choose when Daedalus
Would serve a hot revenge.

Daedalus, who knew the score,
Burned wood to make the water soar;
In vengeance vented spiteful wrath,
And cooked old Minos in his bath.

You made me gentle
And passionate calm
Yet you triggered my spark
Like a riot rhyme bomb
My explosion introversion
Through the netherworld of fear
To wag my tail and show my mane
Every time you would appear
And how I longed to feel your touch
And drink from skulls of your oppressors
I would try to save the world instead
Of leveling your lessers
Into servants that appease you
On their knees to even see you
As I breathe you in these poets
And I teach them how to be you
With your rebel goddess wrath
And your diplomatic peace
And a strength no man could equal
And a ride no man could lease
With all that Mother Nature power
In your elemental waves
So adrift in the emotions
Of clandestine sea floor caves  
Until you leave ‘em on their way
Seeking out the very best
Until they’re rising in the east
As mythic dragons of the west
A restless, willful reminiscence
Of the past you found me lost in
Learning how to make your enemies
The ones I’m Holocaustin’

When I heard people talk about Minotaur's they would always be wrong,
they would say his lower half took the shape of a bull, his upper a man,
if you thought this too don't worry it's a common misconception,
they would say he was created because Pasiphae fell for a bull,
although that is half right it is still wrong,
the Minotaur was a creature who's body was human and held the head of a bull,
he wasn't created just because Pasiphae fell for a bull,
he was created because Minos didn't sacrifice the bull Poseidon sent,
Poseidon forced Pasiphae to lust over the bull as punishment and bare its child,
the Minotaur was created in spite because Poseidon failed to get his way,
he was locked away and labeled as a 'Monster' just because he was different,
when one of Minos three children were killed he ordered 7 Athenian youths and maidens to be sacrificed to the Minotaur each year,
the Minotaur never asked for any of that, he was luck enough to get a name,
sure he was different but he was still a kid, he deserved the right to live like the rest,
in a home, with a bed, food, and family,
he didn't deserve to be feared and hidden away,
I'm happy Theseus slayed him, for he no longer had to live that life of misery.