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.
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