Disclaimers: Animorphs belongs to K.A. Applegate and Scholastic; #52 was ghostwritten by Kim Morris. The original song is by Benny Andersson and Björn Ulveaus; you can read the lyrics at http://www.springbock.de/homepages/tim/songlyrics/lyrics/abba/cassandra.html , or listen to the MP3 at http://www.cs.bme.hu/~roxane/ABBA .
A/N: Thanks to my friend Ruby for beta reading this and helping me write some of it. Also for introducing me to the Eminem song "Cleaning Out my Closet".
The original song is about Cassandra, the oracle in Greek mythology (and EW #7) who always predicted the truth, but was never believed. Not even when she told the Trojans not to take the horse into the city. Since Animorphs is also a war story, I've kept a lot of the original lyrics, especially in the first two verses and the refrain. (Where I haven't kept them, the rhythm is sometimes off, but this is the best I could do.)
I've also kept the heroine's name. I know it isn't sure that Cassie's first name is Cassandra--but please pretend it is, or that it's a nickname for her (like Davideus for David). Because if I had to write "I'm sorry, Cassie", I'd have to write this to the (occassional) tune of "Cleaning Out My Closet", with "Cassie" instead of "Mama". Thanks.
This filk is based mainly on Aximili's emotions in #52, but also includes some facts from #53. I imagine it as Aximili looking back from #53 and retelling past events, but not sticking strictly to the chronological order or literal facts.
On the home world, War-Prince Jaham is talking,
implying plans of mass killing to me,
hiding his shame behind peaceful orders,
while you are crying alone, as a flea.
Pity, Cassandra, that I have deceived you,
but then again, I was lost from the start.
So I have suffered and kept our secrets,
scheming, playing smart,
aching in my hearts.
Sorry, Cassandra, I had to conceal (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
that the last day is dawning. (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
Some of us trust you, but some of us still (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
take Seerow's case as warning; (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
when, on the darkest of nights,
nobody knew how to fight,
and we were caught in our sleep.
Sorry, Cassandra, I didn't believe (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
kindness could be a power. (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
I only saw it as dreams you would weave, (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
until the final hour.
So, with the falcons and Taxxons as allies,
and with a chance for this war to be won,
there is no reason for me to doubt now,
you've chosen as well as my brother's done.
You knew the Yeerks were in need of some changes;
no one else saw it, but you knew their minds:
sick of the fight and the hateful vissers,
once they were not blind,
they'd leave the war behind.
Sorry, Cassandra...
I saw the wolves lying dead in the subway.
Regretted so much from those confused days.
She stood by Jake. Her two eyes met my four
and she knew, someway,
how I longed to say:
Sorry, Cassandra...
I'm sorry, Cassandra,
I'm sorry, Cassandra,
I'm sorry, Cassandra—-
I'm sorry, Cassandra.
A/N: Thanks to my friend Ruby for beta reading this and helping me write some of it. Also for introducing me to the Eminem song "Cleaning Out my Closet".
The original song is about Cassandra, the oracle in Greek mythology (and EW #7) who always predicted the truth, but was never believed. Not even when she told the Trojans not to take the horse into the city. Since Animorphs is also a war story, I've kept a lot of the original lyrics, especially in the first two verses and the refrain. (Where I haven't kept them, the rhythm is sometimes off, but this is the best I could do.)
I've also kept the heroine's name. I know it isn't sure that Cassie's first name is Cassandra--but please pretend it is, or that it's a nickname for her (like Davideus for David). Because if I had to write "I'm sorry, Cassie", I'd have to write this to the (occassional) tune of "Cleaning Out My Closet", with "Cassie" instead of "Mama". Thanks.
This filk is based mainly on Aximili's emotions in #52, but also includes some facts from #53. I imagine it as Aximili looking back from #53 and retelling past events, but not sticking strictly to the chronological order or literal facts.
On the home world, War-Prince Jaham is talking,
implying plans of mass killing to me,
hiding his shame behind peaceful orders,
while you are crying alone, as a flea.
Pity, Cassandra, that I have deceived you,
but then again, I was lost from the start.
So I have suffered and kept our secrets,
scheming, playing smart,
aching in my hearts.
Sorry, Cassandra, I had to conceal (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
that the last day is dawning. (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
Some of us trust you, but some of us still (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
take Seerow's case as warning; (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
when, on the darkest of nights,
nobody knew how to fight,
and we were caught in our sleep.
Sorry, Cassandra, I didn't believe (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
kindness could be a power. (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
I only saw it as dreams you would weave, (I'm sorry, Cassandra.)
until the final hour.
So, with the falcons and Taxxons as allies,
and with a chance for this war to be won,
there is no reason for me to doubt now,
you've chosen as well as my brother's done.
You knew the Yeerks were in need of some changes;
no one else saw it, but you knew their minds:
sick of the fight and the hateful vissers,
once they were not blind,
they'd leave the war behind.
Sorry, Cassandra...
I saw the wolves lying dead in the subway.
Regretted so much from those confused days.
She stood by Jake. Her two eyes met my four
and she knew, someway,
how I longed to say:
Sorry, Cassandra...
I'm sorry, Cassandra,
I'm sorry, Cassandra,
I'm sorry, Cassandra—-
I'm sorry, Cassandra.