9.10.2015

Pandora's Spirits



it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Red-eyed Pandora sat weeping
To see the elements' powers
Though hope may yet come creeping
Her time will not be ours;
A wee box, with a turn of the key
Sprung open by strange device
Its mechanic all too precise
A moment of liberty;
Out they come one by one
Then their names we did learn
And without word they run
The time of the Taciturn;
And time for mankind is keeping
A record of reason sleeping
Such monsters must crash - and burn
Red-eyed, Pandora sat weeping.

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