Now Pandora was the kind of girl who had inquisitive intentions
She was fascinated by astrology and spectral incantations
The box was a present from an admirer with a dedicated desire
Covered in locks and ancient rhyme and sweet hellfire
Her skinny legs were wrapped around her mysterious voluptuous box
As a fleshy finger was pushed into the rusting lock
Twisting and a turning, creating a great moaning and a sighing, the lid fell to the floor
Its fluttering contents flew and filled the room with black moths and more
Sensual kisses surrounded by Lepidoptera twitching with a devilish glee at their fate
Bodies rolled in a fleshy embrace as the freshly released butterflies all escaped
The lovers' box lay empty waiting whilst the insects caressed
And for a brief butterfly moment we were truly blessed
Pandora was dressed in black, Mother Nature, heart attack
Full of the complex mysteries of broken hearts and the tear-stained survival between the cracks
She believed in fate and astrological intervention and nature's formidable battle to survive
That complex relationship between the hunter and the hunted and trying to stay alive