prophets and lore

the real prophets find their way
weaving the universe’s threads
between stars and galaxies,
forever scorned, they reside
on the brinks of society,
cursed to be ignored and forgotten,
for their warnings to go unheard,
presence blurred,
their existence upheld
only by the secrets of the universe
whispered into their ears,
the swirling galaxies become their eyes
as pressing silence presses
their sanity into a bottle
and soon they lay on fire,
exalting in the smell of burnt flesh
and the pleasure from pain
as their physical body,
a cage for society,
makes way for their soul
to roam free

and so cassandra, cursed by apollo, died as someone untrue to her name. alexandra, she was then named, remained a victim to her prophecies.

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