Thursday, August 29, 2013

Living and Loathing

A great burden was placed upon my soul,
A dead brother with no burial hole.
I was told to stay away,
But my feelings made me sway,
I would never let my brother be laid to rest this way.

So alas I set out to bury,
But was caught none the less,
Now for sure I am next.

Creon tried to spare me,
But I refused,
My life’s last action was tightening the noose.

His son and wife dead,
The king’s future is now left unknown,
Only his land left to rule,

He sits alone on his throne.

No comments:

Post a Comment