The Shadow of Hope

Round and square, its presence is everywhere

Her name is Pandora,

And her aura is like Sonora.

If you open it, then you will feel broken

Oh Pandora,

How tempting it may be

My eyes will be open for all to see

This jar of mine hides secrets of its kind.

The first woman of her kind, beautiful, so fine

This gift from the gods brought a shift in the odds.

She lifted the lid, but nothing hid.

Great evil came for it brought her shame.

Out flew sickness, death, toil, pain, envy, and greed.

The world would bleed.

Now, the only thing left inside Pandora’s box was Hope.

Feeble as it was may, it was here to stay.

Maybe a trick prolonging the suffering

Hope lingered faint, a shadowed rope,

Binding the world with curse or hope.