Open

Evilest of evils
In a ribbon tied tight.
Wrapped in red,
And devoid of all light.

Like a little gift
From Pandora with love.
Open it up,
When push comes to shove.

Inky black veins
And eyes licked by fire,
Whispers of intent
Sent with love to conspire.

The bird now flies
Into the churning black cloud.
The forest is still,
But the trees scream out loud.

A gift sat alone;
An open and empty box.
A plague of intent,
And a boney hand that knocks.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I think I'd rather let Pandora's box stay shut. I've got enough problems with the IRS.