In a midnight stroke of falling leaves.
She sits on my tombstone, planting seeds.

Oh, Pandora how I love thou.
You poisoned my world, but I forgive you now.

Oh Pandora how you ruined my shell.
And how you seemed to bring me straight to hell.

Her lips touch the cold stone,
marble and unforgiving.
and she asks me to come home,
to the land of the living.

Her serpintine charm, and nymphetic lust,
Brought arsenic in a kiss, and a betrayal in trust.

Oh, Pandora, how I still love thou.
Your poisoned heart, but I forgive you somehow.

Oh Pandora, how you’ve worn down my shell.
And how you want to bring me, back from hell.

But the gravestone does not listen.
Unforgiving like the mountain and twice as cold.
So still be I death stricken.
Until the earth tires and grows too old.

But still she plants seeds upon my dirt.
She prays for forgiveness, for what it is worth.

But oh, Pandora.
I forgive and remember.
For Oh, Fair Pandora…
I shall never…

Forget the feel,
the touch surreal.
The passion of a thousand waves.
Underneath the moon,
I shall visit you soon,
For the rest of days.

Pandora, Pandora…I forgive thee.
Unlike the jealous sun.
Pandora, Pandora…I forgive thee,
For you were always my one…my one,

Desire.