Beneath the Wave

Death meets destruction

It is her doom.

She'd known this before white pillars ever loomed.

She'd known it to be true, long before tall castle gates,

Before Soldiers soaked in red tore her from her rooms,

She knew it before Apollo deigned to feed on her naivety,

Even before Paris appeared in shepherds wool.

Clytemnestra.

Clytemnestra.

She tastes the name on her tongue,

Like the Ambrosia Apollo had offered her,

And Laughed as he tore it from between her choking gums.

Doom does taste quite sweet.

Agamemnon disappears between the doors to his death.

Cassandra smiles.

She drops from her horse,

Ignores the offered arm of her guard,

And turns to the carriage to kiss her children's heads one last time.

Then she too, disappears,

Between Hades gates.

She waits.

Clytemnestra.

So much like Helen, Cassandra considers.

Helen didn't wear hatred this well.

Cassandra tells her,

And blood shines on the queen's teeth as she laughs.

"Death awaits you, sweet princess," She warns.

Cassandra smiles.

She wishes there was blood on her teeth too.

"I am death," Cassandra corrects her,

Ignoring the sound of Ares making his way through the keep;

She would not dance with any gods this night.

"And what am I?" The Queen of Mycenae asks.

Cassandra smiles,

And smiles,

And smiles,

And she laughs;

"You are fury." She tells her.

"Alecto and Tisiphone revel in your warpath,

And you have sentenced Megaera to shame.

You are the tempest of Poseidon's rage,

You are the vengeance of Artemis' folly.

You are destruction,

And soon the gods will fear your name."

When the knife makes its way into Cassandra's throat,

It is the first time that night Clytemnestra did not revel in the kill.

She tasted blood on her tongue,

And She frowned;

"Forgive me, sister," She murmured, closing Cassandra's eyes.

"Death meets destruction on this night,

But I promise you, it will not be in vain."