"No slow, painful starving death will exist
as I quickly end my life with this noose
while knowing I did honest justice to him,
my brother."
The body hangs limply in the air.
"My Antigone! I've come to rescue
too late - and star-crossed - I suppose
this is our fate - dear one - one more moment
might have spared us both."
When his father comes rushing in,
the husband plows his own sword
through himself, dies with a gasp.
And so the Gods gave Creon
a moral learned through carried-out threat:
an ancient Romeo and his Juliet.
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