 Angel Edwards from Vancouver BC is a member of SOCAN, BMI and VMA and she owns a small music publishing company.She currently performs as a solo acoustic electric singer songwriter guitarist. Her poems are included in two international poetry anthologies "Mind Paintings" and "Between Earth and Sky" from Silver Bow Publishing and her poetry and stories have been published in dozens of literary magazines in several countries. Her poem "Morning Flight" was published in The Long Islander Newspaper in "Walt's Corner" April 23 2015. http://www.reverbnation.com/AngelEdwards https://itunes.apple.com/ca/artist/angel-edwards/id282564414 https://thegalwayreview.com/2016/05/02/angel-edwards-at-the-edge-of-paradise/ Angel is preparing her first poetry, short stories book. The Minotaur The eyes were an animal 's eyes but they carried a human expression. Wisdom he had,of a kind for he knew himself and accepted the fact that he could never be anything but a monster. Sadly this awareness sprang from the human side of his nature. The animal half pined for animal companionship. The creature's mind's eye caught glimpses of beautiful pictures while he slept.These images frightened his beast heart but the human part within his spirit longed for them with a pain filled yearning. In dreams,the Minotaur clasped some other being close to his own body and he would awaken with his seed spent and his desire unsatisfied. The beast was idle and indolent. His sole source of physical activity involved the nightly hunt.He was born without a conscience and therefore he suffered no remorse for the taking of so many tender lives. He devoured male virgins and female virgins with delight. Their terrified screams heightened the appetite and spiced their first just to his liking! Part of the minotaur's curse was the inheritance of being the forced guardian over vast amounts of treasure.There was no dragon heart here. He occasionally played with his jewels,favoring the rubies and garnets but the Minotaur had no genuine fondness for their hard nature. He did not enjoy his confinement and resented the responsibility thrust upon him. The creature was never taught to speak yet he had a voice. His own bellowing frequently roused him from deep slumber. Inevitably he developed the ability to howl and shriek in imitation of his hapless victims. Inside the slow thinking mind, this being thought of himself as a god and indeed in his own singularly horrific way he truly was.
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