Pandora

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They say your eyes,

When given time,

Become accustomed

To the night.

 

Though dark and eerie

One great shadow,

Night penetrated

Glows to light.

 

It is a lie.

I look round,

And all I know -

Darkness.

 

Snuff a candle,

Wick dost glow.

A moment after -

Lightless.

 

No light remains,

To ease the dark;

No brightly burning

Speck.

 

And I am wrapped,

A prisoner,

A nightly terrors’

Wreck.

 

Come someone,

With a light,

A flicker is all

I seek.

 

I will follow

Wherever ist seen

I will go toward -

So weak.

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