Poem – Doomed Cassandra

100 words 

Prometheus and Loki were not for you – Cassandra was your model.

They knew this when your punishment they drew.

They dumped you in the world, a billion vivid ideas racing through your head.

The first part of your doom, an unstoppable stream of ideas for the saving of the world.

A flow of frenzied insight – the bottle genius locked in perpetual overtime.

Suffering would die. Horror would die. Death would die.

The world would be a paradise, unlocked and open forever.

This was the first part – the second was this.

That no-one would ever listen.

Or care.


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