Oh, Sybill, the modern Cassandra,
blessed with Sight
but cursed to be doubted.
Her sagacity is veiled in farce
and the taste of firewhiskey.
Who was her Apollo?
Was it magic itself
that made her a prophet
only to balance the tables
by rendering her a fool?
Or was it the burden of sight
that tortured her mind
and led her to drink
until no one believed her?
Oh, Sybill, the modern Cassandra,
whose eyes see truth
while the world hears lies.
She is trapped in the fallout
with no hope of escape.
Who will her Clytemnestra be?
Will it be nature,
as it gently reclaims her
and eases her load
after a long, tortured life?
Or will she leave the castle
and its safety behind,
only to be misused
because of her Sight?
Oh, Sybill, the modern Cassandra,
half in the present
and half in the future.
When at last her time comes,
her burden will lift.
What will her Elysian Fields be?
Will she be cleansed
of the bad and the good
and be given her peace
in belated acceptance?
Or will it be the others
who change and grow
until they can see
that she can See?
A/N: Thank you to my fantastic and overworked brother Kaayvan for making the time to beta this collection for me.