Agamemnons Ghost Speaks To Electra

Wild child, I loved you too well and now you are so fiery electric that you hate, bait, torment and flare against your maternal lineage. Her lot it was to plot and plan, she had to marry beneath us both – to save us girl. To save us! We were both plunged too deep into this closet of we. Blood had to be shed, energy spent, and death smeared upon these steps this gateway of our sequestered home; for no habitat can withstand a child that loves her father above all else when the world waits to cross pollinate, always for something, someone else.