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Small and tiny was that which held all the worlds’ woes
Why the gods teased man so only they can know
Hand crafted Pandora, so blessed by all
With one hand and curiosity gave way to the fall
From within her box the worlds’ ills spread
Through time and myth her legend has bled

In our time is a girl with an impish grin
Small and subtle it naught betrays all the worlds’ sin
Slight in frame, rare in name, unknown aim, wrought from spirit same
Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned
Beware she, darkness clad, god-kissed reborn

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