In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.
I took a number of photographs of this tropical bouquet today. This one, processed with a Holda-like filter, was the only one that came anywhere close to the strange, powerful, menacing beauty of the strong forms that I was after. I need to do some drawings before the flowers are gone.