Once Lost is Found

Written in stone the clues are there,

Enemy of mine sealed with care.

A Pandora's Box unopened it should be,

Cast upon the waves of the oceans sea.

Aye, hide it and hide it well.

Disappear, Leave it be lest you have to shiver in fear.

Hate is contained never to be released,

But it was. The world no longer at peace.

© Cynthia Clark