Thunder, darkness and cry held the sky,
She had her feet above the night,
Holding on to the darkest colors and rhymes
But the rain got her in time,
Then came the colors above and the dark over powered the light
Greed, lust and all the filth held on the spill
The poor girl then held her instincts,
Cage was empty now, the color black was gone,
The only thing that remained was hope inside the little stone.
Her name was Pandora and she cried out for the sins,
She kept in the most evil shade ,
Yes the hope within.