|I’ll leave you with just one thing,
said Pandora’s Box one day.
It is virtuous, you see;
those that are not fly away.
Evil spirits, plagues and banes;
these are things which harm a man.
When loosed from me they will spread
misery the best they can.
I will only tell you this:
I would like to hold them all.
Yet in this reality,
cliffs give way, and man will fall.
Though one thing I can retain
wherein life is do or die,
is some good to make it bright;
rays of sun in darkest sky.
Therefore what I leave to you
should not be above one’s scope.
Dawn will always chase the night,
and there always will be hope.