Against brutal Creon,
doll establishes
fugitive greatness.
His internal
justice, knowledge
law mean nothing,
only piety.
Questing revenge,
she triumphs,
uttering virginal
wounds extravagant,
yearning’s zenith.
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Chorus: "Your soul is blowing apart."
Posted by: Emily Fragos | July 27, 2023 at 06:01 PM
Eeks! The Greeks!
Posted by: Kyril Alexander Calsoyas | July 29, 2023 at 05:44 PM