Cassandra

the mountain fell

within her mind-

a whimper of smoke

ruined dreamscape

burned hot by

ocean flames

ashen graves

piled over, faded

windswept to uncover

bones, barely burned

singed, marred by

fleeting memory

of a hazel eye,

narrowed beneath

a furrowed brow

a watery gaze

pleading for a

heeded call

the virgin weeps,

torn to speak

naught

and yet,

she still whispers

in vain