The revised version as of February 21, 2012.
A cool summer night she lay down to rest,
But was unable to drift off to sleep.
Her eyes fell upon the sacred gold chest
That had been trustingly placed in her keep.
A silver lock kept its secrets sealed tight;
The box whispered of its hidden contents.
Its polished surface reflected the light,
Promised an illustrious quintessence.
Thoughts dancing around what must be inside,
She contemplated the risk she would take.
Her curiosity would not subside;
She did not know what was truly at stake.
Her twisting key freed a ghastly aura:
Savage mayhem triggered by Pandora.
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