Pandora's legacy
The fluttering breeze
with fingers of cobweb heat
caress the contours of the flawless image
blazing ravenously atop the burnished hill.
Tantalising.
Nature is frozen in her presence
as man and beast stand stark,
her eyes of a thousand pains
pierce into the fragmented soul
and in her sterile wake;
the worm withers,
the apple glistens,
the naked tree,
shatters in to lifeless tears.
shards of which reflect
a time when the Primeval stalked
a land hopeless and devoid of all;
deafening Man in an array of unlocked sins
Flung further into despair by the final release.
The climax.
A pinprick beacon in the choking fumes
Hands flailing to grasp the solitary vision
Lost. Forever there.
Now, here in their unguarded minds
she immerses
feasts and gorges
on their rays and clouds
with an open gash of endless red
masking the empty smile.