She saw the box and her heart did flutter,
Her fingers fumbled and her conscience muttered.
The clasp undid, the lid lifted free,
And oh the horrors the world would now see.
The rivers were dried and famine did reap,
So many a soul there were none left to weep.
She lay on the floor and she cried and she shuddered,
For she was to blame, only her and no other.
The gods fury was that of which she most feared,
They would take all she loved and **** all she reared.
Distraught and sobbing on the floor of that room,
A notion of peace interrupted her doom,
From the box it emerged and the darkness then broke,
For last but not least the world would have hope.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
The further the distance
The more I desire
Your cold winters lips
Upon my hot summers fire
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC