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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She told no lies, from behind her all- seeing eyes. Cassandra could not return the love of Apollo, His curse upon her truth belies. And left her prophesies empty and hollow. She knew the destruction of Troy would come. Her voice to land on the ears of disbelief, It was truth she spoke to become The Greeks emerge victorious, Troy is led to grief. The daughter of an ancient Trojan king Her beauty must have been abounding For the love of such a powerful god to bring Apollo’s gift to her was astounding. The gift to see all the matters to come But love for him she could not conceive From a gift to a curse it would become For her prophecies, no one would believe. She would rave the truths along the walls of Troy; As a mad woman she was perceived by all. Her father. King Priam. her ranting would annoy She was imprisoned, that her word would not befall. She knew of a child that would seal the cities fate, His name ,Paris, left for wolves to raise. He would come to take his love and her king to berate. A thousand ships, Helen’s face, to them she betrays . As she watched the burning skies Soldiers spilled form the bowels of the gift horse Tears were streaming from her eyes As she had told, the Greeks ran their course Amidst the cities destruction Cassandra was free from the prison walls Hoping to avert a further abduction She took refuge in Athena’s halls Unaware of the hidden peril waiting She did not see Ajax the Greek Standing adorned in amour plating He raped and took her, her spirits bleak Taken to Mycenea to become a concubine, Of the Mycenean king, Agamemnon. Of who her life was to entwine, A rivalry with the queen this would spawn. Cassandra tried to warn the king, To deny the queen’s request. To walk a purple carpet, its sacrilege to bring, Both were stabbed upon their chest. Cassandra’s fate was undeserved. A victim of her gift and her torment. Of which she powerlessly served, Of which was her solemn discontent.
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