CLYTEMNESTRAby Dawn Land (view image) |
| Raised a child, first born girl, A sacrifice for a war. Pined and toiled for her sweet That in the Elysian Fields they might meet. |
| Called up a storm of lightning From Troy to Argos fast So she would know when her husband Came home at last. |
| Took a lover called a wolf Stayed him in her bed All the while thoughts of Agamemnon Danced in her head. |
| Wishing Agamemnon dead, They planned an awful attack Where Clytemnestra would chop Her husband down While he in robes tied ’roun’ “Sing Sorrow, Sorrow” |
| With this last thought made action She and weak lion become King and Queen Always fighting against the faction Namely Electra and Orestes. |
| And when the faction Became girl and snake Clytemnestra found herself In quite an ugly state. (view image) |
| Lover dead and her wait not long, She prayed that he might hurry She died not before leaving Her snake-boy with a curse. Her angst great, she sent him her Fury! |
| As a ghost, she poked and prodded Her Furies on Never to guess that Athene Would remove her curse Mother-blood comes second, not first. |
| Clytemnestra That man-woman-snake Who is no more Sing hurrah, hurrah! |