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Dec 2019
No one knows her, but they know her name.
Forgotten amongst civilizations forged in iron
wrought thick and sharp as hearts cannot -
except Apollo’s *****.

I suspect she sympathizes with the Gorgon’s plight,
running from those who seek Justice
as one who speaks
Truth.
But willful ignorance is strong in Men
who turn blind eyes to Daughters defiled on marble floors
where the Goddess cries for mercy at the grotesque sight.

Admired and despised for her chastity,
distrusted for her strength,
I imagine she wept at the gate of the Elysian Fields:
the cruel reward was irony enough.
Written by
Cassandra  22/F/Canada
(22/F/Canada)   
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