Underwhelmed

Fri, 08/01/2014 - 20:21 -- Mirus

Wasn't that the sentiment of the gang  in The Wizard of Oz?

A being of power hid not behind that curtain, but a being who distorted their own worth.

I do not hide behind a curtain. I gloat behind the curtain yelling, "Come fight the real me, if you can!"

Pull back the curtain and behold the Cretan Labyrinth.

In here I am the minotaur. Run and wrack your brain, all whilst trying to outwit an infallible monster.

Perhaps if you possess the cunning of  Theseus, you'll trap the beast.

As you wring it's neck, you pull a mask off its face. The mask is intricate and delicate.

It's so profound, the mask, and now you can't ask how or why I made it.

 

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