She ran freely in the wind, hair in disarray Faster than the alpha wolves every night and day Who nipped at her heels, though she never backed down At the prospect of conjuring herself a new crown. Her craft wasn't thieving, deceiving or conceiving Pandora was a girl consumed by achieving The next great adventure, taken like a pill Her soul yearned for a magic touch to fulfill Her wildest dreams; curiosity, sated Pale hands; a gilded box; finally, elated That all the things she never knew were beneath one lid How DARE the world deprive her and declare they forbid Efficacious Pandora to chain her passion Spinelessly docile just wasn't her fashion So she carefully crept in the dark of night And beheld in the box a new strange light An army of miseries glowing vivid and real (But she had never lived with behavior ideal) Now Hate, Selfisness, and Jealously shone like jewels But at least I made the history books now, Pandora thought, because I broke the rules.
A little sick, a little sleepy, thinking of Greek mythology. Constructive criticism is always very welcome!