Long ago
The ancients say
There was a way
To string a bow
And regain a kingdom

There was a time
I'll say it in rhyme
When a ball of string
Could lead a hero
Out of a labyrinth
Where death becomes life
By slaying a beast
At the centre of a maze

There was a way
A clever man and his son
Could fly out of a prison
By making wings
Only to find that flight
Must not yearn for the sun
But follow the safe route
Of the middle way

Yes, there was a time
When women weaving
Had to fear the envy
Of a great goddess
Who once showed wrath
By turning the fingers
And the body of a woman
To those we see on spiders

It is all in the myths
We read from time to time
Either for delight
Or some insight

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