I am the rage, I am the heart,
I am octo of each mensis;
Nothing less, a hero’s bravery.
Aethra was my unwed mother,
A time of Gods who took their fill,
Infiltrate the mortal world.
Art thou Poseidon who ruled the seas,
Easily suspected brother of three,
Or Aegeus, King of my throne to be?
Bandits, tricksters, murderers, fools.
A Heroes challenge, a Heroes makers.
And served with a sorceress’ spoil.
Within the labyrinth a Minotaur,
Proof became the feat,
And a ball of thread, home and free.