Clytemnestra’s Wrath

Two babies born from the same mother 
in one egg near each other 
her name marked in history, golden by gods 
mine is filled with shadow and dust 

She's a prize to kings, a treat for many 
Cities fall for a glimpse of her angelic face 
I'm left in the shadows alone, 
with bloody hands of a marriage I did not choose 

Was I not also a princess? 
Why did you Sparta turn your back on me?
They say swans surrounded her at birth and blessed her 
While I was left sobbing by the lake 

Her name in the centuries is synonomized 
with dangerous beauty and a woman innocent 
while I'm the mischevious wife, who slept with a dagger 
ready to strike against her husband 

Did anyone ask who I love?
Has her child ever been sacrificed? 
Has her own son drag a knife across her neck and spit on her grave? 

Her beauty is now yours to mourn, 
Yours, young poets to admire, 
My name is hidden by the light 
And gods know  that is for good.