(here ya go lads, hope you like it)
O Muse! Find the beginning of these myths
And show us the truth of misfortune forced upon former heroes
Who were turned to greed by gods and to death by jealous lovers,
Who were lost at sea for forever and were unseen by disbelievers
O Kassandra! Priestess to the bitter Apollo,
Daughter of Hecuba, Queen of Troy,
What did You do to deserve this fate?
Does not loving a god deserve You his hate?
Deserve You a long life of losing the belief of Your family,
And knowing what would befall Troy, the truth
To have seen the Greeks tear down Your beloved city
And Your life, for the stolen love of Helen in her youth?
O Muse, can you imagine how much love must have hurt and
Burned Her? Her life taken apart by mortals and gods alike
For the absence of love from another?
Given, after everything, only Her home and city set alight.
O Kassandra! Did You ever regret Your response to Apollo
Before he spit in Your face and sentenced You to this?
Before he reflected his disbelief of Your distaste for him
And made it so no one would ever believe Your words, remissed?
Nobody will ever hear Her words, and believe,
Listen to Her predictions of horror She had no choice to see,
Take Her prophecies true as what will befall,
Looked into Her eyes and understood what She saw.
Do you understand what She was forced to do?
Understand what it’s like for not a soul to listen to you?
She tried to save Her foolish father and king,
But what use is that when you are not believed?
O Muse, how could this happen,
Why are gods able to alter our fate?
Turn women into liars and to madness,
Turn heroes into thieves and wanderers, late?
O Odysseus! Husband of Penelope,
Why did you have to wander so?
When you gave the name of Nobody,
You didn’t have to let the cyclopes know.
Forced to stay and sail at sea,
Drift further and farther still
Poseidon interfering, as always, and blocking
You from returning home, which you will.
Seduced by Madea, almost sunk by Monsters at their pass
Tempted by the sirens, who called out about Your future and past
Do you not remember the want you felt, to return home after the war?
Do you not remember hoping to see your wife, when you return, at the door?
You said your name was Nobody,
Wandering for a decade across the Aegean Sea,
Followed by misfortune, fear, and pain.
O Muse, what would have happened,
If they both would have met?
One cursed to be disbelieved and
The other cursed to never rest
Kassandra’s prophecies were believed by Nobody, and well
Odysseus went by that name
So if he could believe Her then
Wouldn’t they have both avoided their bane?
I implore you, O Muse, goddess, daughter of Zeus,
Mother of stories and inspiration and heroes
Of music and love and everything that is known
Please listen to this, listen close
No longer let their stories be tragedies
Forged by bitter gods twisting fate’s thread;
Change their paths from where they’ve been lead.
And maybe the ire of the gods was deserved
Likely not, but still, did they deserve to suffer for the rest of their lives?
As Wilson said, tell the old story for our modern times.
Find the beginning; and change it.
kianamaiart
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