Cassandra
As through a glass I see the pain that lies in my tomorrow
As through a glass I try to warn my people of their sorrow
They seem to see me dimly, the glass is warped and stained
Their warmth can never reach me; my voice cannot reach them
I watch them smile, singing praises to their Lord of Light,
Flowered offerings they lay before the one who out of spite
Placed me behind this glass because I would not be his whore
My only pride this blasphemy that I am condemned for.
Still a statue made of ivory, I am what I must be
Still I speak the truth when not a soul hears and believes
Still I await the serpents, still I await the axe
Still I hold high the strength of pride that brought these things to pass
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