Cassandra

She casts a cold breath away - Almost perishing when a glow cursed Cassandra with a blow. On her knees, after a pray, daydreaming without peace: Troy befalling again and again the worthless walls will retain isolated the heroes of Greece. Every dawn the same tomorrow - Troy perishing in numerous nights, consumed by scorching firelight. The virtue a God couldn’t borrow stolen in the temple’s staircase - turning left or turning right in the maze will lead to same unmoved sorrow. She can’t forget: all will be true - The blessing kiss of Lethe is dry, Hear the prophetess’ first cry! Tears cover her eyes’ blue hue but if we look in, what do we see? Little Cassandra warning in vain: I will be a thousand times slain until I respite below Helen’s tree.