Keeper of the Cursed
A Poetic Retelling from the Perspective of Pandora’s Box
Of Myth and Lore
Some objects carry more than secrets. Some wait. This verse speaks from the ancient heart of Pandora’s Box itself - an entity both patient and powerful, watching, waiting, and reveling in the chaos to come.
Keeper of the Cursed
I have been locked away for ages untold,
a prison of secrets, stories of old.
Your hands tremble, yet you reach,
you will break the seal, release the breach.
Come closer. Your fate is near.
I whisper truths you long to hear.
One touch. One key. That is all it takes,
and all your peace will soon forsake.
I am the keeper of the cursed,
a gift and burden, both immersed.
Temptation calls. You feel it rise.
In my depths, your future dies.
I hold the wrath, the greed, the pain,
but once unleashed, none can contain.
Your heart will break. Your soul will burn.
From this, there is no return.
I see the hunger in your eyes,
seeking the truth behind all lies.
I am no treasure, no gift divine,
yet you are doomed to cross the line.
You sought the key, and now it’s done.
There is no escape from what has begun.
Yet one small glimmer, deep inside,
a flicker of hope refuses to hide.
Now the chaos reigns,
but hope still fights somewhere.
I am eternal, patient, and cursed,
and the world trembles as it learns my thirst.
