Then he came at me hard.

I fell back from his charge

With my shoulder blade pierced with his horn.

As I wrenched myself free,

My legs buckled beneath,

When I felt a tender tug on the cord.

And I thought of the tree

With my Lady beneath.

And why had I done what I’d done?

I was not here for freedom,

Or peace, or her pleading.

I’d passed through the Labyrinth for love.

Could I kill this creature for love?

And it felt like a dream,

I just stabbed til he screamed

As his body gave way to my knife.

While he shuddered and bled

My world went red

‘Til the pale walls were wet with his life.

And he whimpered and wailed as he died:

“I had a four-legged father

All milk-white and haltered

For one woman’s alternative desire.

And in flagrante dilecto

The grunting and sweat on

A cold clover bed is where I was sired.

And O, my two-legged mother,

How I loved her,

Holding her golden calf.

When she could no longer heft me,

She left me

Hungry and half-and-half.

Now I am the Alpha.

I am the Mountain

I am the push and I…

Am…”