Those High, Noble Walls
Staring eyes -- wider than their wild-eyed
Horses!
Flared nostrils snorting as a stallion's
To the gusting wind;
And against that wind: long, sweptback hair,
As black as ravens wings,
Streaming out against the cloudless sky.
Through these inflamed veins of man and horse --
An enraged blood that frantically courses!
A terrifying, primordial force
That plunges in to kill or die.
Staring eyes -- wider than the most intense
Amethyst!
Flared nostrils betray a sneer prompted by
Well practised contempt;
In the flickering mirror the corners of her mouth
Uplifted: an all too apparent cruel abandonment.
Unbundled her auburn hair, lets it fall;
At that hushed moment all the Gods compelled
To shudder at such an awful beauty as is this.
And tragic Cassandra who alone would dwell
To agonize upon what then fell over those high, noble walls.
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