Averno

Canto I

Averno, wait for us

The Bird-less lake

A place where bodies are orphans

Of pneuma

Thus

Let us

Trespass

This world, onto a new one

The entrance to the netherworld shall welcome us

Ariadne shall weave her thread

For us never to get lost

Arthur, the poet in a tamarisk dress and Asterion, the Minotaur

They woke up early in the morning

Vape smoke filled the room

He was placidly sleeping

While she was sitting on the floor, busy sharpening her horns

And cleaning her hoofs

The rosary beads clinking against the headboard

Revived him from his slumber

His eyes bloomed, tears on his cheeks

For the light seeping through the shutters hurt him

“It’s time to go”

Their journey was about to begin

The Minotaur was gloomy and morose

She knew she had to face her father again