The watered-down seed
Under this celestial roof,
where beasts and monsters breathe,
where dragons wait around the corner,
and wolves search for the sheep,
where Cyclops eat human flesh,
and Minotaur’s labyrinths are built,
where Hydras wait in the lake Lerna
with their poisoned breath to kill,
where Medusas turn men into stone
looking at them directly,
and Pandora’s boxes release curses
as an answer to curiosity,
one could feel afraid enough to
never think of making a step,
seeing the horror on that list
that names so many deadly creatures.
Yet, the scariest probable challenge,
the figure that surpasses all of the above,
the one and only great enemy of mine
is I, the possible behemoth.
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