The labyrinth has two natures: Beauty and Chaos
Concealed in its untrodden paths of dazzling mysteries:
Light and dark, birth and death, mastery and terror
All curled in wreaths of coiled bewilderment in alterations
Encircled in the visceral entrails of great serpentine
Paths that allure you with a riveting promise of delights
From erotic games of licentious pursuits of pleasure hunts.
Lo! Somewhere in the corners of paths hides a blue marble
That promises you magical power of all that you want to be
Immersed in the deepest bottom of your secret bleeding heart
Wrapped up in the divine power of the magical beauty,
Which is the messier, the prettier, the madder, the better.
P.S.: The inspiration for this poem comes from the Greek mythology of the Labyrinth. The story, pattern, and design fascinate me and evoke a wide arc of thousands of imaginations. Riveting.
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