Lonliness constant, no time for deep relations---working majiks, performing arcane ritual incantations. Occasional would-be visitors, suddenly reluctant---grotesque soul that beauty hides, superstitious fears ascendant. Young suffering soul, timidly approaches---aware of foul nature, upon which she encroaches.. Seeking answers and awful retribution---coming here in torment, desiring a dark infernal solution.
Beauty's mask showing compassion, perfectly arranged---examining her visitor, voracious eyes remain unchanged. Such simple folk, girls in rough dresses---she muses, while imagining future cruel excesses. Speak freely child, for your torment is clear---someone abusing you...speak...you've nothing to fear. Many have visited me here, seeking compassion---you have my attention, I can discern your passion.
Skin splitting, awful scabrous boils erupting---visitor stinking of death, and resultant vile corruption... Siezes the throat, of this simpering conniving creature---feeding upon innocence, in the guise of their teacher. Recall as you die, vicious majikal pretender---one resembling me seeking help, young soul so poinantly tender... Was my sister that day, you so cruelly devastated---witness now the horror, that is me aggravated.
Retribution comes---in a myriad, of clever guises... Beware those souls capable, of convincing disguises.
Night wanderer, soul predator from forgotten ages...drinking deeply from precious arteries, her mind disengages. Painful memories forgotten, burning desire to be free...mortal death is acceptable, lost love memories she flees. Blood loss enhances, foul memory's chances...like boils that she lances...transformation beginning...her immortal heart dances. Greedily sucking, lifeblood from her soul---she feeds from his wrist, her thoughts darker than coal.
A visit she plans, lost love will regret---trifling with hearts, a visit he won't soon forget. New strength deep inside her, dawning like fire---vitality delights her, revenge her greatest desire. Birthing schemes, sensual blood-drenched dreams---fill her mind as she screams...outrages...unforgotten it seems. Disengaging herself, from this dark benefactor---stretching changeling tendons, new abilities to master.
Time passes as she practices, learning infernal secret seductions---perfecting her art, ignoring resultant population reductions. Such wonderful secrets, learned from men she embraces---sweet death memories imparted, leaving indelible traces... At last she feels ready, magnificant power is steady---her exuberance heady...awful retribution imagined...countless times already. Traveling on nightwings, she finally arrives---the place her lover and she, once lived their lives.
Stealthily entering his quarters...this can't be...she finds herself weeping... Lost love taken by cholera...in his coffin already....eternally sleeping.
THIS POEM LOVINGLY DEDICATED TO PANDORA, FOR THE TRUE CARING SHE SHOWS TO ALL
Pandora
Sweet gentle soul, curiosity apalling---greedy eyes gleaming, dark sastifaction insistantly calling... Restlessly pacing, distractions seeking---toying with her hair, voices in her head softly speaking... Arranging her wardrobe, eyes irresistably drawn...object of desire, where has her good sense gone... Shaking her head, instructions crystal clear---delicious knowledge could be hers, nothing to fear.
Am I not a goddess, entitled to know---wonderous secrets imagined, intoxicating exotic power to show... At the next gathering of Olympian elite---jealous stares from contemporaries, petty social conquest complete. Jupiter created her, he gave her the box---silly not to peek briefly inside, where are the locks... Preventing immediate satisfaction, her soul is believing---one quick glimpse at, what her groom is receiving.
Epimetheus is no more deserving, no greater than she---damnable box and it's wonders, simply won't let her be. A chance such as this, comes but once in ages---stomping petulantly around, internal debate continually rages. Mind made up, greedy hands grasping---breathlessly opening the vessel, she finds herself gasping... As out of this mysterious, god given device---comes forth greed, and hatefulness, other things not so nice.
Such a disappointment, no interesting power discovered... Mankind's desperate suffering increases, never fully recovered.
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