God of all ways, but only Death’s to me,
Once and again, O thou, Destroyer named,
Thou hast destroyed me, thou, my love of old!
Our Cassandra’s agony
in poems of prophecy
and breaks our hearts
upon the stone
of her insanity
She calls on death
one self-appointed night
her guardian angels,
wearied by her fight
we soldier on
with all our might
Originally published in The BeZine.
©2012, Jamie Dedes
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