Are they all having a good laugh-
The bullish devil, is picking at his teeth-
envisioning a meal of that bird. A fowl
who has an eery, squeaky voice,
with the horses laughter chiming in
a less shrill tone.
As luck will have it, the Phoenix
rises quickly from a puff of ash and flame;
and the horse is taken to carry Death
along the dark of river Styx-
Then only the Minotaur remains
left to wander the endless hedges
of a labyrinth- on an Island
dimmed well by mythic fog.