MINOTAUR
- JON ROLLINS
vulgar sighs in Halls teeming with lascivious beasts
among them, a fiend Far more depraved and vulpine too
caftan-clad strolls this mentor Amidst chained proselytes
themselves new initiates, born of Lost innocence
thick Horns, brute strength, and hot blood serve his swelling desires
Hoofs astir as nostrils draw the rousing scent of prey
soft fragrant Winding tendrils, incense of the willing
he resolves to graze her damp virgin pastures, once Found
painted, perfumed, prosy, Underground her lust revealed
soon his slave, newly tethered, rapture ending Never
tawny avatar of secrets, riddles, And the hunt
neither Shadowbound god nor hellspawned devil is he
but one who fans flickering dark Souls to blissful life
Bio: Jon Rollins is a writer hobbyist, short story enthusiast, and editor for Wicked Works Magazine. His written works have appeared in Down In The Dirt Magazine, DailyScienceFiction.com, Abyss & Apex Magazine, and a book of spooky road trip tales called Bumps In The Road, among others. He resides in Colorado, but occasionally hops on his motorcycle and rides off in search of the highway’s end. He also vacations in the Twilight Zone, where he one day hopes to retire. Look for him there and in future publications.
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