Pandora

One woman, many gods, gifts of many forms,
Intelligence and beauty are things that she adorns,
One woman among many men, but still she is her own,
Until the day a box, recieved, had her mind overthrown.
Through all the heartfelt willpower she tried to look away,
And yet this gift, this box, was stuck in her head through the days.
Forbidden, she was, to open it, but determination swayed,
She lifted the lid and so set free the curses of today,
Greed and cruelty were released, amongst them many more,
And when she realised what she'd done she closed the box once more.
But one was stuck within the box, "Please let me out," she called,
"I can help you, set me free," but Pandora just stalled.
To look upon what she'd unleashed, she doubted what remained,
But again temptation won, she lifted the lid again.
A creature so serene stared back, so peaceful and so calm,
Eyes like that of angels then aided in her charm,
"Hope is what they call me, and if you'd take my hand
"We can help stop the curses fully conquering the land.
"For those to whom are stronger than to give in to this plague
"Can turn here for assistance, their senses will regain."
We must know to be catious as such burdens roam the land,
But Hope will always be there, just make sure to take her hand.

May 15 '09