Pandora Poem by John MacPhereson

A wild surge is in the air tonight,
The pipes of Pan play in delight,
A sweet hearted arrow shot ages
ago has rekindled the vast pages
Of this soul. I have prayed to her
On trembling knees, thus incur
The wrath of her raging seas

And drowns this lovers diocese.
As madness takes over the mind,
I'm left to these weavers of unkind
Fates, in older times the Norn
Would simply snip the thread
Before my mind could be born,
And bleeding heart filled with dread,

But that was long ago, in ages past,
Now they let me wander upon vast
Worlds and visions of horrors thought
Contained within Pandora, but bought
On the price of love. For the box
Pumping through her veins like a pox,
Holds all the terrors of the heart,
And a tiny glimpse of hope that can part
The vacant space where love must start.