Minotaur - Summoner's Circle

We wander these ancient corridors

Abandoned since its conception

A dank musk fills the air

Walk on powdered bones

Crushed under the hooves

Of the beast

A giant abomination

Born of the gods of the second age

His club, once the great tree of life

Now a weapon of absolute death

A corrupt gem embedded

By the Old Ones

Birthed the Minotaur

Of its fruit, the rotten hearts of men

Enticed by the potential, encouraged their doom

Elation turned to fear

As it grew

It fed on acts of death

The tree that cradled the calf

Uprooted as a terrible club

The land dried and soon died

As the appetite of the beast grew

The walls once meant to protect

Now act to imprison

Like a spider’s web

The beast feels all

As we break through the rubble

And challenge the demon

With a suicide call

To reclaim the gem

And bind him to our will

For not blade nor arrow

Can pierce its flesh

But it’s not its demise we cherish

To bend and break its will

In our servitude

Add it amongst our

Summoning brood

The creature comes

Into our circle we enchant

An invisible wall

It cannot break

As we dismantle its club

Stake by stake

Stake by stake