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