Long ago when men were free
From all sorrow and sickness
The first woman they made was She,
After the fire from Prometheus.
They gave her guile,
They gave her finesse
They gave her style,
They gave her a dress
They gave her beauty,
They gave her grace
They gave her all the gifts
Of the female race
And when she was born,
They gave her an urn,
Oh to hold and never open
And she was warned,
By a voice quite stern,
That to behold the inner ocean
Of all the secrets of the world in depth,
Of Good and Evil, of Life and Death,
Would unleash such a plague
Ne’er before seen upon all mankind
That would not cease nor break
Ere they restore the long-gone fallen design.......