Pandora's box? Perhaps.

Dark roiling thunder clouds  paint the sky,

Lightning chrashes down detroying all in its path.

Waiting for thunder to declare it's victory.

Blackened stumps protruding from the ground in testimony of the wrath exhaulted here.

Battle between dark and light to see who will win now,

Locked doors line this landscape leading to who knows where,

No buildings for clues,

No other side to these doors.

A landscape littered with with broken bonds,

Ropes ripped assunder before they are ready to be released.

Broken toys and books in shattered shards

For broken childhoods and dreams.

Is it dark water where the monsters reside

Or worse yet is the blood of those who walked before?

Dark and unreflective.

As cruel as destiny at its worst.

Heart beating faster,

You realise the viewer is being viewed.

in the corner is an eye,

Pushing out of the ungiving barren earth.

In this strange place is that good or bad?

Nothing seems to really be as it should here.

Is it illusion?

Or a prediction of the future?

In the distance by a protruding stump is something green

Clawing its way over the wasted landscape.

Growing out of a guilded, wooden chest,

Could this be Pandora's box?

Forgotten and lost

Ripped apart in greed searching for more than there is?

Is all hope lost in a barren place?

Can a door hold an answer, but who holds the key?

Where is she?

The minder of the box and detsiny?

It seems like even hope has ben lost and that scares me,

More than all the monsters you cannot see.