Cassandra

In the morning your ship will be sailing
Prepared by your father to whisk you safe
Watch the silicone city understanding
As the people flee the enemy in haste

Now that the last bloody day is dawning
You suffer your secrets within your heart
For none would listen to words of warning
O Cassandra, it is time to depart

Into the fair skies you rocket up
Away from the death you have forseen
In orbit, solar sails prepare to cup
waves of photon energy by machine

Sorry Cassandra, we did not believe
We only saw it as dreams you would weave


Wendy Van Camp writes science fiction, regency romance, and poetry. Her writing blog No Wasted Ink features essays about the craft of writing, poetry, flash fiction, and author interviews. Wendy’s short stories and poems have appeared in science fiction magazines such as “Quantum Visions”, “Altered Reality Magazine”, “Scifaikuest”, and “Far Horizons”. She has won Honorable Mention at the Writers of the Future Contest and is a graduate of the James Gunn Speculative Fiction Workshop.