Pandora's Box: It is inside you and I
On a fine monday morning, the skies started to turn dark. The clouds gathered and the winds howled as a storm started to brew in the morning sky. The sunlight never could be a shelter from the cold, merciless storm clouds, the light was just too frightened to show its face while the dark summons of cyclones raged the lands. Either that, or it is just a twist of nature to let it be dawned upon humanity, that there was and never will be, such a thing that is everlasting or timeless. The days of the "world in light" had been numbered since the beginning of the cycle of life, and it was on that monday morning that the tornadoes would strike and a the threat of death be on every knock of a door.
Though it might have seen as if the sun was a benevolent angel that would gleem in the skies, forever being the provider of light, the darkness that was about to fall would be dreadful and it's grasp of a devastating certainty. It was time to look into other angles of life, ones that mankind had never wanted to taste before; ones that they never even dared to look at. A man once asked,"Would it bring such fright to watch the dawn of the eternal night? Or is it just that man wishes to forever seen their nightmares only in their dreams?" It had been a long wait - a thousand years. But finally! Finally, it was time to answer that question; and man's fear of facing reality had forced the answer to be given in brutal terms...and brutality knows no bounds.
By the strike of noon, instead of the sun hanging high in the sky, the moon had brought on an unexpected lunar eclipse. The hosts of spectators rushing to shops and private vendors for purchases of sunglasses brought on the most ludicrous sales ever of ultra-violet protective products as the crowds grew larger and larger, to watch their last eclipse. Gradually, the shadow of the eclipse started to grow and the barkeeps wondered if night had come early. So, more than a little of them, started to open shop when the clock only struck 3 o'clock in the afternoon. What a wonder! What amazement the people had! What a shock they would get...
As the day grew old, the eclipse didn't seem to break and nightfall came before it could be determined if it was over. So the people decided to carry on with their lives and into the night they talked and bragged about the eclipse they had spectated. The irony of their talk, would be the doom sinking their hearts the very next day. What pleasure the devil would have if he pried open the hatch a little earlier. Instead, pandora's box was kept closed and the opening ceremony was to be held on the point of utter hopelesness. The people would cry, they would weep! All in all, the devil would not even have to move a finger. The people would do it for him, the box would open because of their fear.
So the devil decided, that he would sleep. Why waste his energy, when he had already been setting the basics of their doom in their very hearts. He had done it right before their eyes in broad daylight, only to wait for a time as this, when mother nature made her twist. There was no need for him to work. He had already done his part. Plus, the box was already starting to tingle with an unearthly pulse. Its hatch was itching to open and unleash the anguish, fear, anger and prejudice locked inside. Ah, the devil would sleep, for all he dreamed of was about to come true.
The day of dread, it had come. The alarms went off, still no sunlight. Instead, storms were everywhere, lightning struck and turned trees into infernos, the rivers seemed to come alive and came crashing onto nearby houses, and pandora's box, oh it opened!
Wicked eyes gleemed in the skies and streaks of lightning played with people's minds. The horror, the paranoia came washing down like a blizzard in a mid-summer's day. Where the dead slept came wailings and shreaks of banshees. Even the sirens and horns went on and off in a cacaphony of dark, dreadful symphonies.
Above the heavens, an angel awoke. One filled with darkness as much as light.
He came down, bearing clenched fists
He came down, in breaking of peace
He came down, in seek of pandora
He came down, and put a mark of mankind
He came down, putting our minds in a bind
He came down, and put our hearts to peace
For when he came down, he found not pandora
He came down, and found us!
Pandora was no more, but he heard us!
Then he told the heavens, there was no hope
Not until:
"They learn to listen to their hearts, not only the warm beat but also the cold death, not only their happiness but also their sadness, not only their wishes but also their fears. I cannot help them, they see me as doom. Though i am darkness, i am their angel. They see the swamp, but not the lotus. They hear the shrieks from their own hearts. They need a cure that lies within them. Their courage has gone and i cannot redeem them."
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