Hunting Minotaurs

Hunting Minotaurs

You did not arrive
here on a whim,
though waking
in a dank corridor
seems a dream.

Recall: you chose
to enter
the dark door
in good faith
and wonder.

No blade to wield
or blood to take.
Only wits
and love
of the chase.

Kneel to accept
its faint gifts:
beast-sign,
warm scent
passing near.

Recall: the hunter
and the hunted are one.
Rise in courage
to another day
of hunting.

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