Ever heard of Antigone? Well what the world happens to her sister? the answer...

As I sit and write the rhyme,

The churchbells toll and chime

The toll for her I dearly love

She's gone on home, her home above.


Her skin is pale, a deathly pallor

Her eyes are wide, her lips are bright.

She yells and shouts, a silent scream

Her life is gone; a darkened light.


The tears I cried will never dry

The blood I shed before I die

My life is empty, my sister gone

Creon will weep before the dawn.

The End

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