Pandora's Box Poem by michael john jackson

Pandora's Box



And from the casket
Came to play,
Greed and anger,
Grim and gray.

Followed forth by
Hate and death,
Dread desiese
To still the breath.

But last to come,
Of all the things,
Sings softly from
Eternal springs.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: anger,greed
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