The web wove the thread is wet

Across this glade the trap is set
Like Clytemnestra she will
Pour no libations on the ground
She will not honour the dead
Nor the beloved suitor calling
Nor her sister, nor her mother
Orestes will not slay this savage
For she is alone to time forever
Trapped between these lofty boughs
Between her larder and sunbeams
And the Erinyes singing so sweetly
Deep within her thoughts of harm  
Monster you cry, yet pity its isolation
Without her aid all comes to naught
But a bitter world of noxious flies

© Edetric Vistal

Look here for information on the Oresteia and the wealth of Greek classics and think how a pcture can inspire. I took this yesterday.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oresteia