Thrown into darkness, bricks and stone all around.
A boy who is small, whose age is unbound.
Here he will stay, not knowing the end.
Leaving all light in his life, and all his old friends.
Here lives a monster, who scares all above.
He roars out to find you, and eat you all up.
With hooves of an oxen, and strength of a man.
He tramples his path, a bloodied spear in one hand.
The boy was too small, and the monster chose life.
He left the boy lone, with eyes cut like a knife.
He can no longer see, not like it was needed.
He'll be here forever, unseen by their keepers.
At first he wanted friends, now he wants food.
He has friends now, the stones, ferns and pools.
The lost boys all call him, and he surely comes,
But now with a hunger, for he's forgotten his name.
These bricks that now house him, have hardened his heart.
The pools have his blood,
And the ferns withered apart.
The stones are his skin,
And the Minotaur his grunt.
He can no longer see, and the door can't be found,
But there's no more need, for he lives from these grounds.
The more lost boys come, the more he is freed,
And his proper large pet, will sure help him feed.
The walls keep on changing, but he knows where you are,
Guided by the light being caged up above.
The light keeps growing dim, as the lost boys come home,
But he cannot see, not remembering the glow.
The boy wanted to stay as a child forever,
And his wish has been granted, the chance of leaving is never,
As the walls keep him stunted, using a thimble for lever.
The lost boys are gone, their leader sending them home,
And the fairy of light, turning ash to his eyes.
The stones are now dark, with their son and their pet,
For him no more eyes, shall ever be wet.