A bright child they called her, the blessed one they often said.
Where have it gone?
The freedom of old times. Oh, how she missed it.
She is locked in pyramidal building, caged as a wild animal
All caused by the god's wrath
Apollo, Apollo!
God of all ways, but only Death's to me,
Once and again, O thou, Destroyer named,
Thou whom has caused my pain
Do thou find enjoyment in my agony?
Apollo, my tormentor
She sung herself to night in a vain hope to find peace.
The darkness welcomed her like an old friend
She closed her eyes and she finds herself drifting away from reality.
Screams of horror echo in her ears
She doesn't know whether it is her visions or their nightmare
They were mixed together that it has become hard to break them apart.
The fire consumes every part and she alone is left standing
She has no power left.
She is too weak to struggle. She is too weak to protest. She is too weak to care.
They did not regard her heed. Now, they have no one but themselves to blame.
She took a deep breath and deserted her home.
She is afraid yet she can't escape her fate.
A bitter smile adorned her face and she whispered
"I hope you can see whom you doomed, Apollo"
They say revenge is sweet. I say it is bitter.
No matter what I do. It will not lessen the madness I have been forced to live.
They say she is mad. They say she is nothing but a pathetical liar.
They do not see the horror she has seen.
They don't see the cruel fate that awaits her.
Rage suffocates her and the envy of Helen blinds her.
Blood scream and pain and she wanted it all to stop
A tortured screech escaped her lips but there is no one to help, to care.
She fall at the filthy floor panting shivering from a coming pain.
A gentle touch, a warm feeling
And for a moment she felt the sun has protected her
She feels a hand stroked her hair so gently
She opened her eyes and trembled in fright
The god who has ruined her life is before her.
She tried to shy away from him but he held her strongly.
She feels his gaze on her. His bright golden eyes roam her pitiful figure
" Have you come to mock me for what I have become, Apollo?"
He does not answer. He smiles his cruel smile and not for the first time she wishes she has never existed.
She closed her eyes and hoped death would claim her soon.
The presence of the demented god faded and she wondered if it was a delusion of her mind. If so, it would not the first time.
Freedom, How she longed for it.
To feel the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the wind.
Sadly, it seems so far away.
She struggles in her hold but she refuses to let go of the statue of Athena.
She knows only hell awaits her.
He won in the end as he dragged her away.
She was terrified and can't do nothing but pray.
It did her any good as worshipping Apollo did.
She has lost any will to live. She who was once the pride of Troy has become nothing but a slave.
She has become nothing but a toy to throw around between men.
And now her end will be at the hand of a vengeful wife.
She rests silently and waits her death.
The sword slashes her neck and the blood pour endlessly.
" Curse thou, my destroyer "
Despair comes down crushing and she dearly hope she will rest in peace.
She hopes dearly that she would find the happiness she was denied.
Alas, it is not meant to be and she would haunt the earth eternally.
Her desire for vengeance has overcome her desire for rest.
Apollo the one who has cursed.
Cassandra the one who has been cursed.
The god of sun.
The prophetess of doom.
