Could it have troubled Pandora’s mind, On learning where Hope springs - At the base of her box she chanced to find The cruellest devil with angel’s wings?
To foresee it seep into our veins - Leave us to blunder and fall, Cause mankind monumental pains, And make a mockery of us all.
As the drowning heretic looks to the skies - Before a wave knocks him to his demise Into an absurd and uncaring ocean.
Somewhere a poet quietly smarts The excess love from her swollen heart And on a page whispers her devotion.
A poem inspired by the work of Charles Baudelaire that mostly came about because I told a friend I'd write him a sonnet when I was drunk and it still seemed like a fun idea sober.