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Creating a woman, Pandora her name |
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Sent to plague by Jupiter and torment her aim |
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Given gifts of beauty, given gifts of music |
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Vulcan fashioned an exquisite box of gold |
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In which were put the evils that would plague mankind |
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As the lid slowly closed |
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So the Gods ruled the day |
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Held by pride they could not change their minds |
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And so they added one more beautiful gift |
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To lessen the pain caused by the other |
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The gift they called it hope |
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"Give the box", the Gods said, "to the man you will wed" |
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Then they sent her to Earth |
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Welcome Pandora to the world of mankind |
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With your box made of gold |
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Pandora |
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Every day she touched it |
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Secrets locked inside |
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Perhaps a cloak of magic or a precious jewel |
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It must be a special gift from the Gods |
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So special that she must open it |
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Clouds appeared to float away, separating as they flew |
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All the plagues the Gods had sent could now torment as they grew |
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Filled with fear the lid was closed |
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Only hope remained inside |
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Then she sat to wait for man to return who asked her |
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If she'd looked inside the box of pure gold |
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"Yes," she said, but all that she saw was a small piece of hope |
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Man said he would keep it there |
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Unaware that she had seen let in mankind's world |
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Evil that the Gods had given now roamed free |
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Left behind for all mankind was a tiny piece of hope. |
