I gave Pandora to him

Pandora, with her smooth black hair

perfect skin, brown hazel eyes.

Her dancing so fluent,

her music so melodious.


Epimethus, her wife, that fool.

Same like his older brother, Prometheus.

Why steal the fire out of heaven?


To control her now

I gave the jar

pithos of evil, power

never to open.


I feel the jar opening

releasing the dark creatures

who travel the world

leaving behind



By Devika

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