Pandora’s Box
Shackled in this dungeon vile
Innocent of all but love
I still imagine your evil smile
In your chambers far above
Dressed in your gown of leather
Your cutting whip close at hand
Ever changing like the weather
Never are love’s fires fanned
Yet I endure this lonely exile
And the wounds that do not heal
For once I did see your loving smile
Your loving caress I did once feelrdf
