Inside a cave, somewhere deep

In bygone times, in Ancient Greece

A woman or a creature, sits alone

Two sisters – slain, two corpses

By her side, preparations interrupted

Bloodied dress, no longer white, the bride

Turns to her groom, her lips

Arranged in some strange way, parted for

A kiss

And in the silence, a hissing and a scraping

Metal on stone, sword on bone,

Reflections of terror (or love)

The bride, eyes – wide, unblinking

Catches her own face, has second thoughts

The man she’s caught, who courts

Severed head, one blow, and off to court.



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