A Blessing or a Curse
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She was birthed into being from the Gods
The will of the fire is to enlist
The divine to make her extraordinary
Spoken mastery
A name gift to thee
With capacity for deep emotion
Attention to detail and craftsmanship
But is her curious mind a blessing or a curse?
Pandora
Cast into the world
With a burden to possess
Box sealed shut from mortal eyes
Cruel temptress to resist
She was the world's first mortal woman
And her heart she gifted to a titan
But love alone could not compete with
The burning desire inside for the unknown
Increasing obsession
With the contents of the box
What treasure could be so great
That the God's would torture her this way?
Its growing enigma becomes maddening
She is convinced
That she can hear faint whispering
The lid has been seen rattling
Something straining to be free
Her fingers are itching
To prise it open wide
To face the secrets
Of whatever could be locked inside
Increasing obsession
With the contents of the box
What treasure could be so great
That the God's would torture her this way?
Its growing enigma becomes maddening
Her gift was her curse
That she could no longer ignore
Drowning in her thoughts
Consumed with the need to know what God's withhold
Herein unknown forces beckon forth
Calling her name
Screaming her name!
Pandora
She was birthed into being from the Gods
The will of the fire is to enlist
The divine to make her extraordinary
Spoken mastery
A name gift to thee
With capacity for deep emotion
Attention to detail and craftsmanship
But is her curious mind a blessing or a curse?
Pandora
Caving into her nature
How bad could it be?
Surely just one peep in secrecy
But little did she know
The lid flew open wide
Monstrous creatures and horrendous sounds
Engulfed the room in a vicious fog
Filled with terror
Clawing desperately at the air
Trying to redirect evil back to its prison
A wave of foreboding and dread
Watching on helpless as they billowed swiftly away
Downfall was obsession
With the contents of the box
Straight into their hand she played
Of the God's that made her with these traits
Its growing enigma is a weight lifted
Source of evil
Sorrow and disease
Madness and greed
Scourge upon humanity
But a superfluous glow
Still remains inside the box
It fills her with warmth
A light in the darkness
She releases it with glee
A beacon for the world
Is the ultimate gift of hope
Her gift of hope