Strange shadows dance , all around the fire
lashed by ill winds ,ashes and flame
the moon looks on in a black and white sky
as Cassandra’s forsaken by friends

The Quake of the aspen
the creak of it’s limbs
the howl of the wolf on the wind
the world doesn’t hear
those screams in the night
and the terror at child hood’s end

Black empty souls
who’s rules are hell bent
pure terror dark looks in the eye
caught in the mirror they’ll drink till their blind
bought on the profits of crimes

so where are the heroes to come save the day
dragons are at every door
the last hurdles gone ,ripped right away
and Cassandras a maiden no more

slinking through the jungle
a serpent on the streets
ah sweet the latest victim
for here’s the freshest meat
supping on the innocent
his choice is always young
one taste of his sweet venom
and a soul will come undone

Sweet Cassandra ……by Robbie Vandermeer

Oh ,Bullet to the brain , she flies so high again
a comet burning through stars
a pinch of angel’s dust a world consumed by lust
and to score some more she works the men in bars

So where are the heroes to come save the day
dragons are at every door
the last hurdle’s gone it’s fading away
soon Cassandra’s human no more

The quake of the aspen the creak of it’s limbs
the howl of the wolf on the wind
the world doesn’t hear the screams in the night
and a pimp is no woman’s friend

END