Cassandra

(アルバム： Aégis - 1998)

He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return
She hath no life but the one he for her wrought
Proffer'd to her his wauking heart she turn'd it down
Riposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn

Prophetess or fond?
Tho' her parle of truth
"I ken to-morrow refell me if ye can!"
Yet the kiss and breath Apollo's bane
Sëer of the future, not of twain
"Sicker!", quoth Cassandra

Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine?
A mistress fuell'd by his prest haughtiness
If he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee
Belike egal as it to him might be?

Prophetess or fond?
Tho' her parle of truth
"I ken to-morrow refell me if ye can!"
Yet the kiss and breath Apollo's bane
Sëer of the future, not of twain
"Sicker!", quoth Cassandra

'Or was he an eried being
'Or was he weening alack nay mo
Her naysay' raught his heart
Her daffing was the grave of all hope
She belied her own words
He thought her life, save moreo'er scourge
She held him august, yet wee
He left her ne'er without his heart