No one asked Iphigenia - trembling hands, face pallid Staring down at a corpse very nearly her own - Her thoughts on the matter: one life snuffed for another Dictated by whims of an immortal throne The fawn had bucked and had spasmed - its eyes rolled with sheer terror - Screamed bleats soon gave way to a final weak breath Iphigenia cradled the body, robes soaking with crimson And choked out through sobbing, “Let it be me instead!” In post-mortem silence, she took to contemplation Given choice in the dealings - asked before the sword fell - Would Iphigenia have lain in place of the poor creature? No - it is killed even still - and this is the secret she carries to hell.
Iphigenia's Secret
Iphigenia's Secret
Iphigenia's Secret
No one asked Iphigenia - trembling hands, face pallid Staring down at a corpse very nearly her own - Her thoughts on the matter: one life snuffed for another Dictated by whims of an immortal throne The fawn had bucked and had spasmed - its eyes rolled with sheer terror - Screamed bleats soon gave way to a final weak breath Iphigenia cradled the body, robes soaking with crimson And choked out through sobbing, “Let it be me instead!” In post-mortem silence, she took to contemplation Given choice in the dealings - asked before the sword fell - Would Iphigenia have lain in place of the poor creature? No - it is killed even still - and this is the secret she carries to hell.