It ends

It ends in the light once the last bull has run through the gates of the ring where the killing is done. Great Poseidon, we mourn! Sacred beasts, all mistreated have been dispatched from this realm in the end, all defeated. We remember the light and soul in their eyes and the unanswered question we

Poseidon Taureos

I write this hymn as offering to the vital bull Poseidon Taureos, strength of the sea. Ever have mighty bulls been sacred to you O rager against rocks. You who sent the Tauros Kretaios to ensure mere mortals could provide sacrifice befitting a king. So glorious was that creature of your design that it did