
Pandora
Location
They say your eyes,
When given time,
Become accustomed
To the night.
Though dark and eerie
One great shadow,
Night penetrated
Glows to light.
It is a lie.
I look round,
And all I know -
Darkness.
Snuff a candle,
Wick dost glow.
A moment after -
Lightless.
No light remains,
To ease the dark;
No brightly burning
Speck.
And I am wrapped,
A prisoner,
A nightly terrors’
Wreck.
Come someone,
With a light,
A flicker is all
I seek.
I will follow
Wherever ist seen
I will go toward -
So weak.
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