Cassandra Anathema  

Cassandra, your wailing is a flood
You fill me with the scent of sea foam and decay
You fill me with beautiful music
With the sounds of the lute and the hand drum
You fill me with the sounds of tearing flesh
The screams of slaughter
The slave drum

You dance, Cassandra
On broken bones and blood and stretched skin
Your amulets have fallen from your neck
Your gods have left you

Cassandra anathema
I wait for you and you do not come
A great princess stripped of your crown
I have searched the ruins and found no trace of you
Cassandra anathema
The wind whispers upon the sea

© 2006 Margaret Haugen