Tim Freerksen
Cassandra
I waltz along the Herald of the Apocalypse
And bring Life into its sarcophagus
While my cousin brings closure, I find openings
I leave them in the shackles of Mephistopheles
I walk naked with pride into the acropolis
I see my sister and find envy in the hymn she sings
I wish her ill and I strike her down making our home a necropolis
However a pang of remorse is suddenly in my esophagus
I pray, fast and seek penance for this sin
My redemption came in the form of my dying kin
Who looked into my eyes, and clenched her breath
Whispered, "I'm sorry." Then had her rendezvous with death