What was she thinking when she saw him there,
Arrogant, as the visions had foretold?
Why did she, tumultuous, uncontrolled
Cassandra, so utterly solitaire
And unapproachable in her cursed
State, not attempt to outrun destiny?
Him coming, this was not quite unrehearsed--
Screaming nightmares had glimpsed this villainy,
Haunting, kaleidoscopic prophecies
That left her shaken with self-pity and grief.
They turned her mind into cemeteries
Filled with all who'd turn away in disbelief.
She, to burn Apollo's gift from her mind,
Followed Agamemnon, their fates entwined.