I dreamt I was searching
For Pandora’s box,
Buried in an abyss
Of darkness and rocks.
Whilst searching
I was tortured by pain,
Of a thousand souls
Hell couldn’t contain.
But in all this torture
I was approached by hope,
It was anchored to my life
And I was the rope.
After the tests and trials
I stumbled on a cave,
Were the box was open
& the world was its slave.
K
The Darkest Fairytale 
It’s, exactly like how, after all that bad stuff, flew out of, Pandora’s box, hope still, remained…
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Yes. I always loved Greek mythology x
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Well penned, beautiful!
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Thank you x
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I like Pandora!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you x
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