Oedipus

A prophecy fulfilled through royal flesh tearing, “Strange, that a highwayman should be so daring (Sophocles 9). “It was murder that brought the plague-wind on the city” (Sophocles 7), On this ill-fated king-killer, the Gods take no pity. They seek him out, to destroy him they desire, “Exile or death, blood for blood” they require (Sophocles 7). They created this mess, now they all want it gone, The horrid hidden highwayman soon will be done. He “with both [his] eyes, [is] blind” (Sophocles 22), The all-seeing man who sees nothing seems to find. “Oh, killer!” he says, “You must come to understand, King Laios was killed by your very own hand.” “Whatever you say is worthless,” says he (Sophocles 20), King Oedipus of Thebes, who thinks he can see. “You cannot prove what you have said, That, because of me, King Laios is dead.” Oh please, Zeus, Apollo, don’t let this be! Please let this be Creon’s conspiracy. Please give us some answer, what should we believe? Which answer will us, from this plague, relieve?