How cruel the fates are,
Using me as a pawn in their game.
How could he be recognized?
I had seen my son only three days,
Before Laius took him away,
Prophecy becomes fact.
With the king's death,
Murderer took his place.
Thebes accepted their new king.
And I, Queen of Thebes, took my new husband.
Was our blasphemous love by choice?
I send my curse on the fates
This, my last resolution;
I will no longer be a pawn.
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