The Minotaur was feared throughout the land – never seen but by his hapless victims, he was the monster, the ferocious beast. People shuddered at the mention of his name and vague allusions to that savage creature were enough to cower countless children into submission.
How unjust is mythology to the progeny of a woman (cursed by a vengeful God) who fell in love with a bull and used all her powers of deceit to fool him.
From their brief coupling was born a victim – an amalgam of human and animal genes – what hope was there for thee?
Prisoner of a labyrinth, he tore, slashed, devoured human flesh thrown to him as necessary sacrifice – until the “hero” Theseus swung his mighty axe and killed him.
In death only could that monstrosity be free.
The monster came into being through no fault of his own, because of a human being rendered crazy by lust and love. Reserve your scorn for the God Poseidon and his cruelty and recklessness but – pity the beast, pity the Minotaur.
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