More minotaur poetry from the excellent Miguel Ettema. He left the title of it up to me, since he said he couldn't come up with anything better than "Horns High!" Not that I've done much better with it, mind.

Rally the Heart

Horns high, minotaur!
For no good come from hanging them;
this battle can't be fought with such,
your foes are all within.

Horns high, minotaur!
Or dawning days you will not see.
The trail ahead still beckons you,
new journeys must begin.



© Miguel Ettema 2004 1