When Helen Came to Troy
Cassandra how did you greet the agent of happiness’ destruction,
The match to light the kindling layed by greed and pride?
Knowing as you saw her enter in your cities wall
That all you loved and valued would exit with her tide,
Did you offer drink and comfort; with proper manner welcome in
Tortured by your gifted prescience, knowing too, they thought you lied,
Why did you never learn to hold your tongue or when to close your eyes.