The Murder of Sinope

By: Senidian Posted on: September 13, 2005

The Mother of Humanity
Said unto her son
"Whyfore dost thou desire me.
Giving love to none
Of thy sisters, for if thou look'st,
Surely thou wilt see,
How thy brothers have not yet took
All of them from thee."

"Mother, mother," said Anake
"What are they to thee
What good will come e'en though I take
One of them for me?
For truly, I would love thee yet
Thou art more lovely
And thou hast caught me in the net;
Of thy bless'd beauty."

"My son, I cannot suffer thee,
To join me in bed
Lest I in all the soul of me
Feel terrible dread
Thy father is the one I see
And not one other
That feels me with tranquility;
He, my one lover."

Anake was wroth so that he felt naught
But rage in his heart.
He began to think, and his new plot
In the night did start.
While alone his fair mother slept
He drew out his knife
And vowing she would be his he crept
To end all their strife.

Sinope awoke to the bright gleam
She spoke in voice fair
"Son is that that thee or do I dream
Of thee in my air?"
"Mother you behold your dear son
Who gives now to thee
One final chance and later none;
Give thyself to me!"

Sinope could naught e'en mouth a word
Before the knife fell
Into her gut, once-twice-a-third
Time rang out her yell.
The Mother of Humanity
Said unto her son
"Though I die by thee, I love thee."
And the deed was done.