I am too late. Antigone has hung herself and Haemon has taken his own life. When I returned with my dear son's body, weighed down by guilt, I was fed yet another tragic piece of news. My lovely wife had committed suicide, first having cried bitterly and cursed at me. Oh, how my heart weeps!
The horror and destruction have I brought upon my family and the kingdom is all my fault. Had I been less proud, less stubborn, and less cruel, my family would not have been doomed with such a curse. My knowledge of this is more than I can bear. I have learned this grievous lesson much too late. Now I must live in misery and repent for what I have done.
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Woe! Woe! WOE! My poor son has deceased…Oh Haemon, poor Haemon…is no more. I have nothing left; I no longer wish to live with the fool that has driven my son to his death. Curse you Creon, may the Heavens smite you down. My noble son committed suicide to be with the one he loved, the one named Antigone. I too shall do the same, to be with my son in the afterlife. Woe, all the bloodshed. My son and my future daughter –in-law lay dead. One more death should not mean much. My stubborn husband will not change, his pride and ego remains the same. Oh what a shame…what a shame...Creon, you heartless fool. May you finally take the blame when you see that even your wife lays slain.
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