The labyrinthine forest’s spoor
Leads to the patient Minotaur.
Deep in the dark and structured core
The bull-man waits inside the maze
And he who dares explore will raze
The beast of fear behind the door

No Adriadne and no crone
Will point the way. Each man alone
Must thread his path, unreel his own
life spool and fumble to the lair.
Each man must journey naked there
Not arm himself with wing nor stone.

For he who goes his armor shed
and walks with all that once he fled
That man will face the horned head
The unimaginable eyes
And find there where the monster dies
The ichor that the terror bled.
(Myth and Meaning, page 202).