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.