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