A young woman
There once was
With beauty divine,
Well worth more than a mere dime
She was not Pandora
But this woman still
Had feminine beauty and great skill
She found a box
That was old
And not forgotten,
But she knew the contents were once rotten
Out of a similar curiosity,
Like that of a cat,
She opened the box
And simply just sat
Nothing occurred in that moment
Right there,
But something began to stir-
In the air
It all went reverse-
The results of what she had started,
For Pandora’s box was left unguarded
Then, the world was flung through,
To the other side,
Sky turned to tide,
Tide up to sky
The dusty, old box
Swallowed something out,
All the while, there was no being to shout
Tis the wrath of someone’s gods,
No longer true,
Of an ancient Greek tale the children all knew
Alas, what it took
Was something we needed,
The people all anguished,
Pleading, defeated.
The one small thing
Once put inside with sneaky care,
Hope itself
Was no longer there.
