Cassandra

Cassandra 

Called, "Wandering Hag," prophetess 

   of lies, the pest at every door, she 

scented trails of blood shed long ago

within our palace where ensorcelled

   choirs sing strains of bloody spells. 

Erinyes bend themselves then spray

   curses, spit on this ancient crime 

of a love incestuous on a brother's 

couch, unforced, ravished by hatred. 

Furiously, they lick the mortals' cuts,

   spill wine, flitter in the halls, sting

or pinch, then moil behind our walls. 

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