Alone she stands on the tallest of peaks
Though she moves not at all
Far and wide is her gaze, and all she sees
Her body rigid for eons past
In her hands is a simple wooden box
What's contained within, no one knows
All she waits is for fate's call to open it once again

And now is the time
Her hand slowly opens the cover
She sighs in satisfaction once again
A cry is heard in the air as an ill wind blows all around
Sweeping entities from the box all around
Released once again their freedom they savour
The four horsemen of the Apocalypse
To bring death, strife, pestilence and disease is their call

Chaos they will wrought throughout the lands
Rampant their horses tearing through the Earth
Though hope left at the bottom might save the day
Alas with lunacy the box is shut
Arise you horsemen of old and devour the land!
Take the seas and swallow the skies!
Hope will cease to exist outside the box
Hail to the queen, Lunatic Pandora

legendary_slacker was haunted by memories on 3/20/2006 04:16:00 am.