All gifted, all giving, hand crafted perfection
Her pithos lays ajar on the floor
How could a woman carved out of clay bring so much destruction?
Hades falls quiet, the monsters flock his door
Alive in the veins of the ruby blooded
Venom bleeds onto flowers; illusionary innocent decor
Terror reveals itself to this world
In deceit, flowers. beauty and lies
Her wedding gift from hell is finally unfurled
A ghost of hope, the sole remainder of goodness resides
Zeus’ rage at prometheus, punishment or vengeance in his eye?
The balm of the mortal mind, elpis, against all odds- shines