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.