Pandora's Lament

In which the author sounds pretty but has no idea what she meant because she wrote it at three in the morning

So sings the the solemn harper,

that by the fires of dissentation

and 'round the the ivory pathways grows

unto our passions, fearless be

through the mind that which now knows

until the end all fear and envy stop us from showing all our sins

that they should think us better perfect only if we win

this ne'er ending game we fought

until the day was done

that curious sublimities are like the midnight sun

I see you and you see me

And forever, forever we shall be

Author's Note

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Reviews

[black.butterfly]

that was nice.