What fear and rage one must feel when faced with the truth,
The light shinning in the sky behind the dark clouds of rain,
What Rage, Accusation, Murder lurks behind this curtain of time,
Stone-hearted blind seers, lying profits, condemned brothers are all brought to justice,
The one who caused this storm of hatred, doubt, skepticism fell
in the midst of this shattered land.
Seeking power for the benevolence he bestowed upon our beloved city-Thebes,
Carefully placing his trust in none but himself,
Doubting the word of all surrounding the palace walls,
Speculating an uprising as the rain becomes a drizzle
The clouds translucent as his rage escalates,
Time grows short,
His pride now desires to blind him, protect him from this terrible truth.
However the word is out,
Roaming the cross roads,
Blood guilt convicts all,
Prophecies become clear as the bright blue sky on a horrid summers day
Apollo scorching the earth with flames of rage and discontent,
Forever to be condemned in ignorance and shame.
By Isabella Lewis
(This poem about Oedipus the King, and is found not written by him.)
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