Cassandra
the mountain fell
within her mind-
a whimper of smoke
ruined dreamscape
burned hot by
ocean flame
ashen graves
piled over, faded
windswept to uncover
bones, barely burned
singed, marred by
fleeting memory
of a hazel eye,
narrowed beneath
a furrowed brow
a watery gaze
pleading for a
heeded call
the virgin weeps,
torn to speak
and yet,
she still whispers
in vain
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