Creative: A poem written about Oedipus
Oedipus, you are our king,
but what is with this rumor thing?
Word's gotten out, the plague has spread
They says it's all because Laius is dead.
You found the shepherd, he told of the past,
He revealed the fate that you had been cast.
But could this be true? You never told
What can the future of our people hold?
Oedipus, we feel your pain.
O the distress, O the shame!
Only you know what's to be done,
From this truth you cannot run.
It seems that your father died at your hand,
You murdered him that day in the sand.
And now she is gone, who gave you life
This truth was too much for your beloved wife.
Your anger gushes like a stream:
Surely this horror must be a dream.
You'll be crying over your sins for awhile,
while you spend your days waiting in exile.
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