Oedipus the King of Thebes, Iii

--Isn’t She a Daughter of Oedipus?-- Isn’t she Antigone? In search of a fallen prince, who roams in the battlefield where the corpses of defeated warriors lie gruesomely in streams of blood. Isn’t she Antigone? In search of a sibling who was rejected by a sightless ruined old homeless man at Colonus, who walks through the middle of a pack of hungry wild dogs and a flock of huge winged covetous vultures coming together for laying carrion. Isn’t she Antigone? For sake of a brother Polyneices’ soul, who kneels to the ground and moves the earth with her slender fingers, dragging an armored corpse and covers it with dirt she removed with tears. Isn’t she Antigone? who risked her own life because of sisterly fidelity, and, now, thrown into a hole that is deeper than Oedipus’ eye-pits to end her anguish, a miserable life; to close her abhorrent memories, the horrible ordeals; while hearing a tender, caring voice of a wandering soul from above “mourn no more, my troubled child weep no more, my beloved daughter”