Antigone Poem, By Wes Ballenger

Antigone, Antigone
why hath thou done this to me?
Thou challenged my rule
thou ignorant fool,
now you've become the death of me.

First my son
and then my wife,
curse you girl for all my strife.
A lonely king
whose heart doth sting,
a painful throne
whose fault is mine own.

Pain and shame now all I see,
why, oh why,
Antigone