Loss: For Asterion Poem by Alaina B.

Do not dishonor the gods.
Do not dishonor your husband,
And dear woman, do not let them take your son
Now, he will never see the sun.

A man vindictive.
A toddler wandering an endless maze
He cried out for his mother
She could not hear him.

A young boy with the head of a calf.
Named for the stars he will never see
He too is lost
You cannot go home, Asterion.

Icarus wasted his gift.
He saw the sun and took too much.
Freedom was wasted on the wrong little boy.
One who lay just as dead, though far more alone.

Does he know his name?
Does his remember his mother?
He will never be a little boy again.
They will call him the minotaur.