Pandora's Box

Skeletons draped like curtains
On a wall of misery
Four thousand years of hatred
Collected upon this tree.

A tree of blood and darkness
Locked into your own eyes
Tread slowly, dear child
For trapped in here are lies.

A box carved in sacred wood
lies at your feet.
And in the lock of blackest metal
The key of mysteries.

But open slowly, dear boy
It unleashes the deadliest dreams
Close your eyes and make a wish
And hope it drowns out the screams.

Stumble your way down the darkest unbeaten path
Leading into darkness, and where you feel my wrath
An oath of silence born in, and darkness to be had
I promise you for eternity, the hatred is your clad.