Cassandra

Beauty is only beheld by the eyes of the world’s Cassandras.
Sea grown sacrifices of human folly
Cast into the waters for the sake of continuing grief.
Beauty makers,
They clutch around them their gowns of might-have-beens.
Torn to shreds by sacrificial fire and the rising tide.
Fire-fingered, they cast down their charcoal marks upon the page,
Sooted tears from haunted eyes.
Beauty breakers,
They watch another Cassandra flung to the sea,
She draws herself up on Hellenic shores and she marks the world,
Her words castaways amongst the noise of those who sacrificed her
Salt upon salt runs from her cheek,
The world is not interested in true prophesies.