Cassandra's Cryptic Visions of the Future

My name is Cassandra.

I was once a princess of Troy, but after the war–when those cunning Greek warriors penetrated our city's defenses–I was abducted and made a concubine of General Agamemnon. I am the spoils of war–a prize for the Greeks because of my powers of prognostication.

I fear the spiteful blade of Clytaemnestra, whose anger towards her husband Agamemnon knows no bounds and does not bode well for me. Before my destined demise, I must convey to you three visions of the future. Make of them what you will.

Vision #1: The Great Fall

A champion of the people shall fall

By the swelling voices of his foes,

     Whose words maul

     And actions appall–

To his end, stand no other heroes.

Vision #2: The Rebuild

There will be a time of great pain,

There will be a time of great anguish.

     During the rain

     That spirals again–

All fires of vengeance shall extinguish.

Vision #3: The Halcyon Age

Out of the darkness and death shall arise

A new salvation for all of mankind

     Witnessed by eyes

     Of the newly wise–

Only the remnants of evil remain blind.

I must go. Farewell, Aeneas! You are our only hope.