It Was Just Bad Luck

They met at the crossroads.
Neither would give way–
a fight, a desperate moment,
a death.

He who lived discovered
a kingdom w/o a king,
a queen w/o a husband–
he took it all:
“Our hero!”

Famine. Drought. Misery.
Blind seer says, “Don’t ask,”
but the King has gotta know
who dunnit?

“It’s you, you half-twit!
You killed your father, married
your mother. Eew! The gods
are pissed.”

“Oh, I am fortune’s fool!”
Too late. The old lady has hung
herself. Why don’t you go
stick hot pokers in your eyes?