The Key: Pandora's Box - Poem by Angelique Fuutashki
The girl had a voice of an angel,
looks of a devil, wits of a nymph and heart
of a human.
A prophecy has been told, as was in
the last twenty centruies.
The girl was the key, the key
to the lock, the lock
that was made on Pandora's box.
Once the box was open, destruction would be unleashed.
Yet, the girl knew nothing of such plans,
as she falls in love with the destruction itself.
When the destruction hits the ground,
and the love takes over, terror will end
love will rule, and hearts will speak.
Yet there is one card left to play.
The girl has no direction, yet something drives her
to the destruction she must control.
When the maker of destruction wants to play,
it will not play fair. It will try to kill the love,
the hearts, the soul, and most of all,
Tis not to worry, as the key-holder walks along with the key, keeping it safe, until time was told. Destruction and love will meet, Key-holder and Key will part, and the last card will be played.
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