Cassandra

Come the dark mist of the morning early
Beating of a moth on burning lantern
Voices heard in disembodied howling
Key turns in great oaken door
Ever seeing ever wanting,
Needing calling, falling, crawling
On a moss green dank dark dungeon floor

Lady chained imprisoned screaming
Nightmare dreaming tortured soul
No one hears nor no one listens
Tis indeed the evil scroll
Cobwebs forming dust disgorging
Spiders crawling alive and eating
Nothing spared deaths banquet fine

Once she was lady fairest
Loved a Prince of demons eye
Life lives whisper, barely cry
Water drip, drip, dripping
Cold as Ice that feeling gripping
Touch the skin in darkest night
Evermore she screams her paining

Evermore her soul survives