Oedipus Tyrannus Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

Vanity raises the tyrant
great idea futile
that his value inflated
in words and in deeds
can't find higher, any more
judge and judge of
and pops his blank bubble
whole place smells bad

Magicians forebodings
fate's written
wherever you go
You will not hide
they measured for you
and two legs tied

Live as lord Now
the tomorrow can't avoid
if ignore it, smiling
otherwise bleeding
dream within a dream
you live, that have forgot

Eyes if you have, you just look
to see, you avoid
lucky if you think
pain is looking for you
the conceit lowered
the whole world smell bad
and you that had much pain
luck seeks for you

your luck is my pain
and your pain, my own fortune