Edith Mirick (Эдит Мирик)

Minotaur

War
Is a minotaur,
Gory, uncouth
Seeking to devour
Youth.
Rending talons,
Eyes a-glower,
Breath of fire,
He flames
To his desire.
Youth
Does not falter
At his red altar. 

1. Pins
2. Through Clearing Glass
3. Crooked Roads
4. Deirdre

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