w h o s p e aks?

a tremor, a wide eyed man

whispers in the dark.

and it was a gut instinct,

a reflect, cerebral barely lighted up

before the hammer went down

to smash

a nail daring to stick out.

c r a ck

a regret, a nostalgia, a bargaining

if had to have to must

but rationale is an odd ball

when the end

is the same end

rich or poor

alike. they all stare into the

abyss infinite

and gold coffers, a devil’s advocate

silently retreats.

the journey then?

this time s p a n

and spring out those lovely

lies soothing to the ears!

c r ack

an egg, barely ready

c rush

life not able to test waters

when solid paths merge

with the ephemeral.

untouched, unspoiled

roads, trails, they may as well have been clouds

when fantasy and psychology

give a firm handshake.

now taken for reality,

for there is little else to go by – save

experience, a poor teacher when the maze has already

shifted, the minotaur

sets loose his minions

feel them – – –

fear, desolation, despondency

shame guilt damnation

cripples

a warrior

who is no longer fit for knighthood.

while the minotaur advances – his minions have done

their work well,

enchant the prey!

then siren, succubus mammon

mouths avarice

and a dance is made.

s m a sh

as warriors and maidens fall

shsssssssssssssssh

don’t tell the person listening behind this door,

as muffled screams

quiet down. tap tap tap

down the corridors winding winding staircases

and hidden eggs hatch, they do not hasten to the call

of instinct, or the minds of a labyrinth meant to dismantle faith, the mind

to spiral – hushed out.

a new line emerges, untested, unspoiled,

fantasy meets psychology, and a touch of faith

becoming more firm, a shell hardens, a fire burst inside,

then the minions they came – splat shame, fear

a host of hexes, curses stick on the life daring to

rebel against the $ god.

who goes there?

and this time the tremor was gone, eyes keen

senses alive as labels on the outside

do not touch breathing fire.

it was not logic,

not feelings,

certainly not the man

who held on to the only thing

that the minotaur, the labyrinth

had no power over: love,

joy,

peace,

patience,

kindness,

goodness,

faithfulness,

gentleness,

self-control.

you hear me don’t you?

and that fire blazed at the voice.