Oh precious Thebes.
How I rule over you with my might.
I am so powerful since I solved the almighty riddle.
We are all glad to see the Sphinx out of sight.
Waves of plague wash over our city.
Creon comes back with news of death.
The news I hear-oh what a pity.
I am leader of this city!
Exile!
My confidence becomes overthrown.
Overthrown by my abrupt ways of taking action.
I watch now, rather than be shown.
Time slips through the hour glass
and lines up along with my fate.
Arrogance is my weakness.
I have lost control.
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