Oedipus in Catharsis

Who haunts the darkened woodlands?
What moans my name at night?
Why does it try to lure me
Beyond the walls of light?

How does it know my failings?
And all the wrong I've done?
Should I bravely follow?
Or should I meekly run?

Sometimes it sounds like Mother
Dead many years ago
Sometimes it's little brother
Who is buried in the snow

Voices calling,whisp'ring
In dark corners do they stand
And ever bid me join them
In their eerie shadow-land

No! I will not answer
Though they clearly speak my name
By the rotting stair-case
By the broken window-pane

They wait! I will not answer
Yet they call and make their plea
From far down in the valley
By the black Acacia tree

I've left them where I killed them
And that has set me free