Author's Note: I do not own the copyrights to the Bible.
Pandora's Last Legacy
Hard, blackened land
Covered in grayish ash
. . .
Forsaken husks tear into an
Eternal veil of misty shades
Wreckages that were once trees
. . .
There was once life here.
. . .
Unending barrenness of land
. . .
Ravaged by fierce winds
Howling in their deafening anger
Echoing in their haunting sorrow
. . .
Never quite reaching that
Crimson sky ever so distant
. . .
There is now desolation.
. . .
A black husk towers above all else
Proud and alone in obscurity
Silent sentinel of emptiness
. . .
Perch for forlorn bird of dusty brown
Tiny gray beak opens to a
. . .
Penetrating, silvery cry of
Gentle and obscure hope
. . .
There may yet be life here.
Author's Note: So, here is the introduction to a short collection of poems I am planning to post. It's theme is redemption, that elusive silver thread that so many seek but few truly find. In this poem, there is no redemption yet, but there is the faint whisper of hope for redemption, the last and greatest legacy of Pandora. Redemption will come soon. Thank you for taking the time to read this small thread of a story as told in poetry. There is not much here to review, but any feedback will be welcomed!
