Title: Oedipus Rex
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for the myth
Pairings: het incest
Point of view: firstish
Oh, Oedipus, you poor boy,
cursed from birth with such
a cold, cruel destiny—
Those three sisters wrote this for
you, Oedipus; they knew it would come to this.
You thought to save your parents
and instead strode straight, bravely,
to your destiny—you married a queen
and became king, cursed Oedipus.
You murdered a man in the midst of a quarrel—
an old man, weak; and you in the prime
of life. Did it please you, bringing down
the proud? Punishing him for his arrogance?
You became king after killing him, given
a wife and a crown: quite the reward, no?
Did something feel wrong before
you learned the truth? Were your dreams full of portents?
Oedipus, sad, sorry boy—no, man—you killed
your father—not the man who raised you,
no, but the man whose blood formed you—
and gave your mother daughters—how
destinies fall! You sought to save your
parents from your curse, sweet child, and
instead made it come true.
If only intentions were rewarded,
instead of actions, dear Oedipus—
surely then your life would have been
happier, your ending sweeter.
You learned the truth and gouged out
your lovely, sinning eyes.
You found your mother—the woman
who bore you and bore your children—
beautiful, Oedipus. You looked upon
her and her form pleased you.
She was your wife—
such a sin, Oedipus!
Such a sin: kill your father
and wed your mother—
aye, it is a Greek tragedy.
And now you wander the countryside,
only your daughter—your sister—
with you, to aid you and care for you,
to protect you from yourself.
You seek absolution, poor, cursed Oedipus.
But you shall never find it.
You sinned in ignorance,
because you sought to keep your parents safe,
those kind folk who took you in
and raised you as their own.
Your intentions were noble—
but nobility, in the end, means nothing.