Cassandra

And a song for poor Cassandra too. I never faulted Clytemnestra for killing that s**t Agamemnon but why did she have to kill Cassandra too? She was his sex slave not his paramour.

He’s cruel and stupid, and ignores

His omened doom, pronounced, decreed,

And mine with his, no ranted screed.

Though I must speak, I pray it bores.

The direst warnings couldn’t save

My family, or those I loved.

When prophecy failed, I should have shoved

Them from the palace to some cave.

Now it’s too late to intervene,

And force can spare their murderer.

I should prevent, but I’ll demur,

And perish too. I’m just sixteen.

I’ve suffered, but don’t want to die,

Especially not matched with him.

Even so, I’ll meet my downfall prim,

Trojan royalty too brave to cry.