Antigone Analysis
On this day of great regret, I, Creon have decided to not fight with destiny and give Polyneices a proper burial, and to release Antigone from her cave of slow death. If I do not release Antigone, the prophet Tiresias has said that my beloved son Haimon will die. Oh, this is quite the calamity, I must hurry to go release Antigone before this predicament worsens, but first I will give Polyneices a genuine burial. I must follow the mighty laws of all gods and serve them to the day of my death. Accompanied by the messenger, I headed to the plain of where Polyneices was left to be shredded up by the dogs and birds. We made our prayers to Hecate and Pluto, then we burned what was left of the body to ashes, and poured them into an urn. We quickly headed to the vault of stone where Antigone lays dying. When I
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No, how could this happen? Was it I who caused this great adversity for myself? Has death itself created death? I pondered the situation, and I knew it couldn’t have been true. I asked the messenger if it was true, he said that I should see it for myself. I approached the palace doors in a way that was almost identical to how I walked into the cave earlier. The palace doors opened, I could see my dearest Eurydice laying on the floor, cold and stiff with a knife directly into her heart. Oh my, at this moment I felt the need to take a sword to my own heart. This is my fault. I am guilty. How could my dearest son and wife take the blow for my very own actions? Do the gods not listen? I gave Polyneices the proper burial, I was going to release Antigone. It was I who was foolish, why haven’t you just taken my life? I am ready for death now, I cannot bear to live another day without my son and wife. I surmise that it was I who put this burden of loneliness and agony upon myself. Now, I must live the rest of my days in regret and
No, how could this happen? Was it I who caused this great adversity for myself? Has death itself created death? I pondered the situation, and I knew it couldn’t have been true. I asked the messenger if it was true, he said that I should see it for myself. I approached the palace doors in a way that was almost identical to how I walked into the cave earlier. The palace doors opened, I could see my dearest Eurydice laying on the floor, cold and stiff with a knife directly into her heart. Oh my, at this moment I felt the need to take a sword to my own heart. This is my fault. I am guilty. How could my dearest son and wife take the blow for my very own actions? Do the gods not listen? I gave Polyneices the proper burial, I was going to release Antigone. It was I who was foolish, why haven’t you just taken my life? I am ready for death now, I cannot bear to live another day without my son and wife. I surmise that it was I who put this burden of loneliness and agony upon myself. Now, I must live the rest of my days in regret and