Tightly sealed, cleverly wafted,
Sinister - So aptly crated
If but by dream or stolen prayer.
Accursed box, Beautiful bearer!
If but a tear upon the eye
Of Mankind, the first ever cried.
For fire harnessed, the destiny
Now paid of all by foul decree!
Appeal, allure, Grace confesses
A God-like trace in the tresses
Of hair, silk spun, of soft white skin.
Temptation's lips in shine of sin
That awes the essence of the soul,
That suffers man loss of control...
As she opens her box, there frees
Calamity and winged disease.
Flying forth all havoc wreaking,
Pleasure lost on eyes yet seeking
Passion's promise, drawn through pain,
Eternity given disdain!
The fire without, burning within,
Insatiability from sin!
By need never to be fulfilled,
Come the curse accepted, full willed.
A glimpse of hope so bleakly shone
Forever, faced no more alone.
Enough to whet the lips of dream
In forfeit of all self-esteem.
Enough to dissuade history
In chase of charm and mystery.
All death unfurled by aurora,
Let the world embrace Pandora!
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 03-20-2000).]