Chapter 6 (Part 2) – Catching Cassandra

Chapter 6 - Cassandra


When a young woman is suspected of a truly horrific crime, it is up to Criminal Psychologist Dr. Ashlyn Veda of the Special Investigations Unit of the Austin PD to figure out why.

Warning  *For Adult audiences only.  Adult Content.

La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018


CompelledI traced my heart upon the sky…

But you were there…

With that twinkle in your eye


I went fishin for that ever-after dream

But you were there…

Just floatin down the stream


Oh my tender heart

Was poisoned

From the start


But isn’t that your theme

Your scheme to keep everything clean


A million loves

Yet none’s the one

Nothing’s begun…

And nothing’s ever done


Till that one day

Some day

That lion-heart is finally won


Out on some highway

Some byway


Oh why can’t you come

My way

Into my fray

I swear…

You’d be ever-so compelled

To stay



La Fée




©  Odyne La Fée 2018



Now You Shudder


Oh how you roll from the back of my tongue

An endless question, barely begun


Like spinning wheels and galaxies

Like a rapturous disease

Or an unease

To plague my mind, body, and soul

Goddamn, how your eyes take their toll…

And those demons they extol…

Come now… it’s like a siren song

That devil horn, that unholy gong

Callin me from my seaward home

With that dark-worded tome

Those sinister sounds

That tear the Dark Fae from their mounds

And oh how she arose

To feast upon your mighty woes

Such tender flesh made rent

A lifetime you have spent

Building up those walls

Tell me, how fast they crumble with each of your squalls

My tender bud, my wilting flower

Now’s the time you give up that power

You never really had

Cuz thinkin so’s just gone-on and made ya sad

My devil dog, my ferocious beast

Ain’t it time you sat down to this feast?


La Fée


 ©  Odyne La Fée 2018







Mount 2He is the unbroken one, the outspoken one,

the oaken one with famine in his eyes;

and how he hates all of the lies, and the shit

they supply.


A gravity behind the disguise, pulls him towards the sun

where he’ll be undone,

under the gun he cannot run, but falls, falls into a restless wind,

where all thoughts rescind and memories… thinned.


He’s a wanderer, a ponderer, and a lonely launderer of dirty deeds

and darker needs, and yet… all passions sought and bought are eventually sold.


He tells himself he’s not too old, denies it ‘til he’s distraught.

But it’s all been for naught, for it’s he whose been caught.


For the night is fraught for the querulous cowboy,

the envoy,

who can’t seem to enjoy, or employ all the wilder things,

imaginings often brings,

even when his lonely heart sings.


La Fée

©  Odyne La Fée 2018




I was lost, and I looked

I fell, and no one caught me

Time after time

I was searching

No one was waiting

I was falling, ain’t nobody care


I was lost, and I looked

And I finally saw me

I was standing right there

Needing no one beside me

I searched and saw

I could be everything I need be

A somebody

For whom I cared


But then I found you

And I finally knew

what safety could look like

but damn if it ain’t still ghostlike

time after time


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018














Tender you

Oh, how I render you



A stumbling bumble of

Babbling bits

I slay you

But never betray you

Display you

As you’ve never been shown before

Push you through that

Unhinged door

It’s time darling…

You learned how to explore

La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

I Dare You


You fear
Because she knows
That dark and tangled path
Your heart chose

But still you dare not go

Alone, and she ensnares you
She down-right dares you
To let that demon show
So its blessings it can bestow

But your conditioned belief
Instead offers relief
So you don’t have to think
Have another drink…


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018



The Wife of Bath's Tale by Henry Fuseli (1741-1825)

You left me here

And while you were gone

The terrors did come

Did multiply

Until the sky went away

Taking with it, the memory

Of your smile


You return to me

To find I’m not the same

Not at all

Can you peel away

The memories

That replaced

My soul


What shadows do you see

In the mind’s-eye

Staring back at you

Stay away

I can’t

Won’t make time or my mind



I climbed the length

Of my soul

To get out of this hole

And on the precipice sit

But no horizon do I see

Only hear that eternal call

Of the fall…

How it holds me now…



La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

The Narcissist


You thought you knew the secret wishes of my tender heart

Yet a thousand words without a question, is such a terrible start

You call it obsession, but it’s really suppression, of all but what you hope I’ll be

Tell me, what glamour is it that you see?


You thought you spoke a mysterious tongue

Noble and gentle like a wedding song sung

But slippery words are the devil’s work, and now… her work’s begun


For she sees in you that inward gaze

How it colors all your lovelies in such a tarnished haze

You, and your scrumptious malaise

Mmmm You didn’t know… that’s just my sort of craze


So darlin’, sit back and relax, I’ve got some entertaining to do

And try not to mind the sting when I chew

Oh, baby didn’t you know…

A narcissist is just sorta man I love to pursue?


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Doesn’t It

wet woman knees

Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

Like my love for you

A devastation hidden from view

With nothing anybody can do


Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

Past where reason belongs

Past right and wrong

A train that’s missed the station

While I sat in bemused contemplation


Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

This infatuation, with no salutation,

Permeation, or reciprocation

A comedy made tragedy – simply through boredom

They need to call a post-mortem.


Doesn’t it just go on-and-on

That zest for life

Despite being balanced on the blade of a knife

Because cut either way…

I guess we all enjoy the play


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018


Time’s Come

man knees

I feel you… closer than ever, that creep-crawly way of yours

always draggin’ you… closer.  That scent on the wind, and I taste you,

anticipate you, and all that screaming you’ll do.

Oh come now, you always knew

that’s where we’ve been

headin’ to.


It takes its toll, that driving need, that fermenting seed,

that mindless deed.  Why my handsome steed, I see how weak in the knees,

how slick in the disease, you’ve become.  Out-strung, and yet still unwrung.

Like there’s not much more song to be sung

but you’ve hardly even begun.


But these… these are the days of miracle and splendor,

and it’s time you became that contender

that you so eloquently engender.  Before time marks you-out as just a pretender…

provender made of yesterday’s news…

a lovely, yet antiquated muse.


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018

Fear, Then Shame

Fear Then Shame

His constant invasion of my space triggered me.  His constant eyes.  His turning up wherever, whenever I was… yesterday it just became too much.

The racing pulse, the trembling hands, the shaking voice… No, he didn’t do anything atrocious.  Yet.

But that constant gaze reminds me every time… he could.

But it’s what came afterwards that took me to my knees, in the quite of my room, locked away from such prying eyes.

The shame.

I told myself a very long time ago I would never be a victim again, I would never feel such fear again.  I would never let it take me to a place of stammering idiocy – again.

And yet, yesterday I failed.

Shame then became the second, and most painful cut.

After everything I’ve learned, and all that I can do, there is no logical reason to be afraid… I tell myself.  But I am.  Terry Crews was too.  I remind myself… and it helps.

It’s not about what you can do… I also tell myself.  Because if Terry Crews, a powerful giant of a man, felt shaky too… then perhaps I’m not so weak.  Perhaps this shame I am lumping upon myself is just plain wrong, and stupid, and more than that… dangerous.

Because I am not my fear.

I am the woman that has risen above every challenge thrown at her.  And with a touch of grace, I might add.

I am not my fear.  Therefore shame no longer has a hold on me.


La Fée



©  Odyne La Fée 2018



me 3

Amor est in domum suam.


Mother didn’t braid my hair.  There were no ribbons and no bows.

Cuz mother didn’t know how to let her light show.


And father… well he didn’t know… or maybe care to protect.

For father didn’t understand that ‘girl’ didn’t mean object.


Home then became a desolate place, I tried desperately to erase.

And love… well that became the coup de grâce.


Until I learned, that love and home is what you embrace – not blood or birthplace.


La Fée



©  Odyne La Fée 2018

The Ritual

The Ritual

It takes a skilled and patient hand to wield the blade of time,
to peel back each layer, as if the filleting were sublime.
Why, it takes a tender, yet forceful touch, to know when’s ‘too much’,
and when pity’s just a silly crutch.


It takes fortitude and strength, to go to any length
to decimate the man, you were before; to carve a hole, dive in, and explore.
Why, it takes courage and wisdom, to see such a ritual through,
no matter the bleeding that you do, or the lust your cries imbue.


I won’t lie..
it takes a force of will and a desperate need to see it done
And passion and intensity, once its begun.
But oh… how the world will spin when you’re under my gun.


La Fée


©  Odyne La Fée 2018