Sara Stowell - Pandora's Box

Bound to confusion,
enchanted by lore,
specific, in order,
antecedents of war.

Conflict, creation,
a matter of strife,
dynamic illusions,
to darken the life.

And peril awaits,
as honor implies,
but tries to deceive,
what failure belies.

Patience surrenders,
when trust will ignite,
lost like the jester,
who sees without sight.

No fronts to guard,
no faith to neglect,
this battle is ours,
to claim and protect.

Theosophy knows,
and theosophy tries,
but who can you trust,
when theosophy lies.

So clearly the victor,
is all but decided.
and what you are reading,
is what they have recited

To children, and lovers,
and families the same,
who struggle to breath,
when choked by the shame,

That we are martyrs,
and we are the laws,
yet we are the judges,
to that which we cause.

And so, within caution,
we fasten the locks,
for these are the keys,
to Pandora's Box.

© S.E.S

Sara Stowell

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