Thursday, April 21, 2022

The Agony of Antigone

An ancient cast this unburied corpse

like a leaf blown apart by a storm.

The Fallen cannot be seen by day.


One could drag the bloodied sea, the devil's den,

And seize no scrap of his blackened soul.

Soulless, his face shall sully forever.


His just reward his mirror reflecting

Naught but his eternally open grave.


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