Lost and found
Down,
down, down the corridor. Cold
and dark is the labyrinth. Winding are its paths. Somewhere deep
inside I can hear the Minotaur – my foe. Fair Ariadne gave me a
thread – the only clue and
friend. But I have lost it. I have gone
astray trying to find the clew.
Step by step we are slowly getting closer to each other. Who will be the first to strike: you, Minotaur, or me?
My hear beats widely every time I can hear even the lightest whisper of wind. My nerves are like harp strings of Apollo. My mother used to play such a harp. I still remember it although I was but a small child then.
Silent now!… Was it you, my foe, or only my imagination?
I begin to ponder how I could have lost the thread. Woe on me if I fail to seek it out. I can slain the monster but without help I will not find the way back. I carefully take couple steps forth. My torch is slowly putting out. But I do not know the fear, nay, none of heroes knows. None of them can afford it…
Zeus, my mighty father let me find the thread! Do not leave your son in need!...
Suddenly I stumble and fall. The torch puts out with a hiss but beneath my fingers I can fell the soft, blessed thread of fair Ariadne.