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Poor Pandora

She stood behind a noise and 

concealed a stone among 

the reeds which left her alone 

with a memory that one life is 

no more to a song than one 

sung by lead's tongue and 

white powder, beautiful white

powder in the air around her 

whispering,- '' Killers, rogues, bend your saws

                     Failure's muses, sound excuses

                     Scheme when high horse heroes gloat

                     Killers, rogues, bend your saws

                     Without your service we'd be lost

                     Hoot, deride bent pride's shoes

                     Killers, rogues, bend your saws

                     Failure's muses, sound excuses ''


— doorman, Nov 06, 2009

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Seren

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Espen

I am a little tired today bout to go for a nap and noticed this is stream will come back with an appropriate comment later but this is fucking good ... and I dont say that lightly love and hugs Jayne x
doorman

doorman

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Jayne-Chloe

A little late this, but thanks for reading. Glad you found it that good! You'll hear from me soon. Yours, Espen.
L

lyz

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Espen

A great write and I love reading about Pandora and that blasted box, lol. This is different and it is appealing, I very much enjoyed. Love from Lyz. Xx
doorman

doorman

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Lyz

Originally, the idea was a description of a murder that has just taken place. I was a little unsure as how well the myth would fit in, as it's only referred to in the title. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading. Yours, Espen.
L

lyz

16 years 6 months ago

Hey dear Espen

Extra 5 for your patience. I never read this one properly, between this machine and time I have rushed through my comments, so I will be more considerate this time. I read your meaning of the poem and I will firstly say I do like the title and I see her hiding in fear then being shot. Yes, it reads well and I liked it, now the chorus, sounds of old, these are the last words she heard. How sad. I could feel her fear, after I reread, and I really did get it and enjoyed it better now I came back. Now hopefully, this comment will go through without me kicking this comp,lol. Well done Espen, and sorry. Love Lyz.XX