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Though seemingly he was blind,

In his mind he could certainly find,

The answers to the questions enigmatic,

A person with the words prophetic!

Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus,

Went on and on and on Tiresias,

Insisted not to delve further,

Yet truth, like Aeneas, he was after.

"You bear your burdens, I’ll bear mine,"

Uttered the prophet with an aura divine,

But Oedipus just like a child,

Shouted at him being wild.

Cried the sky, cried the seer,

Unaware Oedipus was of the imminent fear,

The storm was waiting like a snake,

All will shake like a quake.

Ignorant was the King,

Wisdom could not Tiresias bring,

To Oedipus' psyche though,

To hell, like Faustus, he will go!

See the truth, see not lies,

Don't be a fool, be wise,

The prophet tried his best,

Leaving to god all the rest.

Truth is honey, Oedipus thought,

Right he was surely not,

Tiresias, the blind one, saw better ever,

The healthy King could not however!

Living dead Oedipus became,

In hellish pain, in endless shame!