Pythia's daughter <br />at Apollo's command, <br />give the soldier <br />his one demand. <br />And say to him <br />you see his death, <br />his final fight; <br />his shallow breath. <br />The fumes of delphi <br />the oracle expells, <br />and the soldier's <br />mouth widens <br />with admiration, <br />compells... <br />and still my Pythia, <br />she tells him more, <br />and the same as <br />tomorrow or <br />the day before... <br />he will fall and more <br />will come, <br />and the cult of Apollo <br />in time is done. <br />Still the ruins remain <br />on the site of Delphi... <br />But Pythia they <br />forget, by the <br />sacred pool of <br />lies.<br /><br />Tina Sena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cult-of-apollo/
