Patricia M. Twining-Obarski
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Cassandra of Troy

Cassandra, of the royal house of Troy,

Enamored, by Apollo, love and desire,

Overtures, you spurned,

The voice of prophecy: yours alone to attain

Your gifts disavowed by the anger of his curse

Propaganda, innuendo, seeds of doubt,

Veracity of your oracles, renounced,

The Truth, warnings, the people refused to believe

In its policy of war, the rulership was staunch

Save Hector, none, in fervor, would be swayed that

The Greeks would prevail at battle’s end

No truce: victory must be pursued

Men, in their pride, call honor

Paris, in his for passion for Helen, name love

The war waged by the armies of Greece

Choices Helen freely made


Cassandra’s counsel heeded by none

Safely, entrenched behind Trojan walls,

No army can breech, steadfast against siege,

Achilles’ wrath relegated,

Ardor for Patroclus, ferocity in his loss,

Cunning and stealth, Odysseus’ trickery,

Menaleus’ wounded ego, Agamemnon’s quest

For sovereignty


They did not see what she saw:

The delusion of the Trojan horse,

Hector’s body defiled in the dirt,

Dragged by Achilles chariot

In a circuit around the city,


All the citizens to know - the coming defeat

Achilles lone vulnerability

Struck down by Paris: arrow piercing his heel

Marked as coward, Paris killed fleeing the city,

Helen repenting, restored as Menaleus’ wife,

Priam and Hecuba, in retribution, slain

Hurled from the ramparts, Hector’s little boy

Small bones shattering on the rocks,

Innocent life taken, like Ipighenia, before

No scruples the Greeks have

In sacrificing the young


The woman of Troy enslaved

Chattel to the conquerors’ lust

In Athena’s Temple, Cassandra raped

Defiling the sanctuary

The Battle Goddess her political allegiance changed

To a vow vengeance against the Greeks

Intercession too late

To rescue the vestiges of Troy


Cassandra, Agamemnon’s trophy of war,

The city consigned to flames

Never to rise in glory in this age

The rumble is unearthed

By a German Archaeologist, 2500 years later

The History beneath the Myth


Cassandra, you could not avert your people’s doom

Your divinations deemed as ravings

Verging on madness that comes from disbelief

Foresaw your own death in a foreign land

The curse of the House of Arteus fulfilled

Their children too were sacrificed

To curry favor from Gods, full of greed,

Bearing the likeness of Men