To Kassandra
The entrance
To the room
Was low
And old.
A young
Lady stood
In the
Doorway.
The prophetesses
Red ringed
Mouth
Opened,
"I See
Death In
Your Wake."
Her voice
Rasped like
Sand and
Her eyes
Bore into
Mine.
"I doubt it."
I replied
foolishly.
She stumbled
Forward, screaming
About how
She was not
Crying wolf.
Her hands
Were strong
Around my neck.
My vision faded
To
Black.
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A Collection Of Retold Greek Myths
RandomAn ever-growing collection of retold Greek tales, mostly about gods. Not too accurate, but then again, that's what creative licence is. Includes myths of Spider Queens, Tortured Women, Drowned Boys, Doomed Lovers and many more, way too many too men...
