Pandora
'Open the box' the voice whispered,
Smoky wisps of words,
Invasive, Seducing.
She turned her head,
Searching the room,
Desolate and empty.
Creeping to the box,
Ornately carved,
Looking over her shoulder.
She opened it, a tiny amount,
Tendrils of smoke curled out,
Slowly at first, then faster.
The demons had been released,
She frantically closed the box,
Only hope remained trapped inside.
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A Collection Of Retold Greek Myths
RandomAn ever-growing collection of retold Greek tales, mostly about gods. Not too accurate, but then again, that's what creative licence is. Includes myths of Spider Queens, Tortured Women, Drowned Boys, Doomed Lovers and many more, way too many too men...
