Cassandra, the Forsaken
Your eyes are full of violent scenes
a curse runs deep inside your genes
to violent death their actions lead
they laugh and smile and pay no heed
You speak of battle's scorching fire
to free yourself your last desire
your visions reek the stench of blood
on paths of night you always trod
You always knew you d be the one
that all your friends would gladly shun
on empty streets, you walk alone
your face is pale, and harsh like stone
Cassandra speaks again with pain
but no one hears what she is saying
they never did, they never will
her voice resounds, the echo shrill
Cassandra cries her warnings still
when armies come, to maim and kill
her curse a blaze that burns her mind
she will outlive, her kin, her kind
Cassandra weeps on crumbling walls
she mourns and screams as Troy falls
the cursed girl that foresaw death
is drawing now her last deep breath
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A poem from scrap that I wrote about Cassandra is greek myths
 Left Wings Flyer · Tue May 22, 2007 @ 02:03am · 1 Comments |
