Jocasta's life

December 17, 2015

Bringing news of my son's prophecy

Wanting not its verity

He'll kill his dad marry me

This our first asperity

I bound your feet, sent you away

Which left its "mark of shame" (pg 58)

But you came back home astray

To gain your family's name

With my husband dead and you now King

And much to our dismay

You gave me, your mother, a marriage ring

The prophecy we display

I knew the truth of your birth

All in one location

I had the knowledge but not the mirth

Within this revelation

I could not watch you see the truth

To know of our damnation

And if you hadn't been a sleuth

I needth no salvation

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