Hope waited deep inside the box

That Zeus gave to Pandora

 

Scheming with all its might

Suffused with seductive charm

It waited

 

It tried once

Twice and then thrice

And on the fourth

Try

It won the game of wills

 

Seduced and blind

She opened the box

 

Letting Hope escape

 

With a grin and a half

Hope let its children

Out!

Its many children

Named envy, sickness, hatred and disease

 

Knowing that they could not survive

Without its warmth and delight

Hope climbed out last

In its cloak of charm

 

And to this day

Buried inside the box are its last whispers

Let it be known that

‘From hope sprang

All the evils of the world’