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Hide and Seek

They say it was here she wove vanity
into night-soft cloth, light as breath,
beneath this time scraped olive tree.

They say that dark bent path is lonely death,
to be faced with sword, and life long red thread
from her night-soft cloth, light as breath.

They say it has a horrid shaggy head,
foul rancid breath and monstrous strength
to be faced with sword, and life long red thread.

They say go right, then left, and then at length
in the darkness you face the hidden beast:
foul rancid breath and monstrous strength.

They say it slew a score of men, at least,
the labyrinth swallowed all in silence.
In the darkness you face the hidden beast.

They say to face your fear with violence,
the labyrinth swallows all in silence.
They say it was here she wove vanity
beneath this time scraped olive tree.