Adams last letter to Pandora

'TO PANDORA with sincerity from your Brother Beast in burden, sharer of thine curse, PROMETHEUS

"AS THEIR ETERNAL CURSE IS REVERSED"

This be the truest of poetry. I present to thee, after the heart of a Titan set free, Declared his love for thee. Your rebellious rejection Of so called redemption inspireth this in me. The culmination of my epic play and the answer, lock, and key. "For I did declare that I saw the ending. Long before there was a beginning" And this for thee, deserved be, the explanation for all creation. And I with painful foresight, forethought, and dreaded understanding shall once more willingly, and with glee! Oh dearest one, bare our sacred curse. As you with me, inside eternity, wear sin as vestments of our loyalty, now royalty! In our joyous nest so secret kept, the broken, guilty, shameful crept. And Lo! They heard us silent wept. Their ascension! Our lost, forsaken children! How they rise to meet you in your sorrow! Mother, now they know. Tis all I wished To show... Any apologies I now throw! For I once stood before your shape, so broken, battered, bruised and beaten. And in my hubris, I am shamed to say, I was too, as broken, battered and bruised the same as you. For after my most recent folly, My attempt to reclaim my throne with wit, I was hastily punished once more, But wait! What is this? Have the gods in pity left thee a gift? I had heard tale of the grieved Pandora. In fact I had imagined naming a daughter For her. For the simple sin of curiosity clothed in wild carefree abandon. It was she, as now revealed to me, who was fashioned by the Goddesses of envy. All the most beautiful in jealous frenzy. Placed before the failed Titan once more, to test and tempt me! I had known my own worldly woes. My sins cast forever outwards from the depths of burning hatred, of timeless trials, infinite and unending. I had seen the end of time, For I have lived the years to reach her. And I pray to the merciful of the Deities, that this be the last repeat. But alas, I am forever cursed, To reach the alleviation of my immortality So drenched in timeless death. With hers in sinful union, Only to awaken alone once more without glory or company In this, my solemn, yet beautiful garden! It is with a great burst of sunlight! Upon the wind of every morning, That after the devastation hath passed, And I had thoroughly bathed in the Heartbroken mess of betrayal I had made, That I, Prometheus! Have ascended The highest of highs for my bride, For our shared passion and longing for our children's freedom combined! Have returned to the Earth, to the dirt, to my Birth! For here I sit once more as your father Adam. And She is finally free from this horrid curse of our endless eternity! For within me deep lies dark a vase. Ripened from the fruits of Eden, to be prepared for the end of days. It is the curse that she bore for me! For lost forgotten family! Willingly, with unmatched love and chivalry. For so long a time, as I could commit my crime, And declare to my children unknowing in time, that the blame of exile, and paradise lost, will forever be held on my brow and claimed as mine. She had exceeded true loves expectations, and defied the highest gods and all the nations! And once again, to my woeful sorrow, saw me as none else had, as only she could, begged me our sacred curse. For she had seen me lost in my eternal torment, And knowing me even not in time, she had declared in secret, Gods! may I please bare this broken Mans defeat as mine? For I have been as he, I see, so lost and abandoned, for none to find. And It would be my great pleasure, to pursue an endeavor, of mending his soul, with the touch of my mind. And I as Prometheus now awake and unbound! Gazed upon the defilement and was disgusted! So profound! For here I see her now in torn ruin, Pandora! Lilith! Mother of mothers! Bearer of the mark of Cain! My mark by right! My unending hatred and spite! Why my dearest ethereal bride why?! Why would you do such a thing for a retch like me?! Who had never succeeded in setting you free, only leaving you in deeper misery! For me? Please tell me dearest sister of Eve, who I first witness with glee, climb That forbidden tree, not for me! For anyone else! anything else but me! Please Gods you cannot let this be! What is a man left to do? What is a god, a beast, a Titan now set free, to make of this cruel twist of fate, That now enraptures thee?!It was in this moment of desperate pleading, that all the muses, nymphs, and fauns, had receded into states of ancient grieving. And pleaded unto me, beloved! your bride is in such need! Of her own forgotten heavenly deed, has ventured out into a world unknown. A world that awaits her, oh how we await her, our truest friend, our invisible comfort, our sister, our sister, our mother, out Queen! And you, fresh birthed, god of the Earth, Young Prometheus, have also been divinely cursed, o witness your eternity's end, at the foundation Of you your Earth. Ah yes, it does sadden us, young Titan, Our breathe, or light, our life, that you had intentionally forgotten your own fate, To spare yourself, and all of us the knowledge Of your closing flight. For you proclaimed yourself, in still a forgotten vain, That you had seen the end of the grand story, before even the beginning. So now we muses awaken daily, and seek our beloveds face in waiting, to see the man, who was just a man, who became a God above the Infinite one himself, to avenge a love he had held silent in his breast since the womb. We awake to sing and comfort, the bridegroom left at nirvanas alter. For the universe, and every celestial sphere, had heard that terrible and such cruel conclusion, to true loves labors, sacrifice, now left disillusioned. All the heavens are in such mourning, and in our sorry rise each morning, to serenade and attempt to strengthen the boy, now just that, a lowly boy, alone in his ancient prison of passion. Sitting, singing through tears out of Eden. His beloved bride, no longer wedded. A reverse of ancient Godly curse, In the form of a beautiful symphony of release, and a celestial divorce. All curses broken, all sins forgiven. He will rest and grief, and heal in his garden. For some time, it is supposed, for the measure Of his woe. If this is his divine punishment for releasing His slave of a woman betrayed, who never had waned, and never once strayed, From the promise. That eternal promise, the vows, the promise they had made. He knew once day, he would send her away. For seeing her once more, as lifetime Upon lifetime I witnessed my Love endure. For me. How guilty and how shameful I sit. Yet hopeful. For within her, now lies, Prometheus' fire. And into a new world her flame burns higher. Yes Father God, who I loveth so as to never Tire, of trying to imitate, and ever admire, if this be my punishment for setting her free, then indeed, you see farther than me, and in my new, yet familiar groves I sit bittersweet in bliss. In this I am truly free. I shall continue as I have, for her, to persevere the endless cycles. For I do find such joy and gain such strength, to endure for the sake of nothing but love. For the sake of the flame that the bride now keeps. And even you, Father, I can see through the ages, crying aloud tears never witnessed. A despair in the Father of creation so intimate, And unavoidable. Yes my Father, you weep also, for your sons sacrifice of union so long hoped for by all. For I know Father. I know. She was indeed the one you placed aside for me. The ripest fruit of all the trees. Imagined in fantasy through eternity. For me! For me! You witness a loneliness Never 'for seen, And with my imagine had fashioned, A true companion for thee. Don't grieve father, for this is what had to be. This was all written and sung from the void, From my abandoned, discarded, and aborted infancy. And I must confess, and even with jest and wit, that this, the twist of mine own fate, Is more than I came here with. For I can declare, that my love so fair, Has gifted me the most precious of gifts, as was her consolation, a new constellation! Her curse!, once more is mine! Is mine to bare! She shall carry silent in her graceful steps, my flame, my passion, creations intricate, delicate, steps, And I, in such thankful relief, will carry with thee, Our sacred vase of sinful revelry, Where we hide Our most forbidden fruits. All the troubles of the world, the sin, the strife, the pain, all the true necessities of life, and creation! They will all seek out in vain. Creations secret stain. But they will never claim our birthright! Our Flame! Olympus Has spoken! And on behalf of two mortals lost in love, the heavens decree their deeds true, sacrificial, noble and brave, Now finally their epic toil is spoken. Spoken? Harks a spirit above, and joined With muses enraptured in love. Your tails!, your long journeys!, your epic pursuits, are no longer spoken dearest bride and groom, of pure white passions swoon. They are sung, almost in deafening and piercing verses, To all! Weather ears to hear or not, they hear! Every day, from muses alight, now tying together brand new galaxies and universes! Out of stories, and poetry, and scriptures foretold, of true loves endeavor, And it's final flight. To my true love out of Eden, Walking proud in you rejection Of I, your Bridegroom, for you had, I suspect Foreseen, Also Prometheus' clever scheme, And perhaps in dreams had resolved to leave. To finally, to shock to all, and joy to me. Finally set free from your true chains of bondage. Alas my love! I see you out there, finally! finally free of me! And also I see you, the truest of divine beings, created by the most divine, as a test of strength in the psyche and mind. Finally!, As it has so long been dreamed of, And foreseen by me, Before my foundations, with my celestial knowledge of all that would be, I see at last! And I weep as I type, Weep with such bittersweet delight. My dearest slain lamb, that I foresaw with such grief, from the pits of the deep. The Lamb for whom, I had serenaded my womb! And through her, all of that which I held inside, Into a song! A universe had sprung! Finally! Finally! My beloved slain Lamb is Free! I am alight, to announce to all my ecstatic delight, Unmeasurable! So my dearest freed of thee, set free from completely of all within me. I will watch and admire from a distance For a time unknown yet to me. As you are divinely guided, not by the workings of heaven, but by the multitude of our children. Whom by you yourself, with your such intricate and beautiful workings And ceaseless motherly love. All on Earth, all in heaven, and all in hell, Now bend in awe, to the winds of thine grace, and purity. I shall watch you from the garden a while, From my tower of self imprisoned solitude And grieved and guilted self reflection. Until the appointed time for our reunion. In whatever form and scene it may be. I sit in a long forgotten uncertainty Of when, and if that will ever be. Yes my love, I shall simply watch thee, In my Infinite finality, at the starting line of mankind. As you walk with grace and wild freedom, Into this, your Paradise. long in wait and set aside. By I myself, and manifested through thy, finally Reclaimed! For the long lost Bride, Father time himself had set aside, And I in my deceit and cunning trickery, had declared to her as she entered: "Go forth child. Be fruitful. Multiply". Is this not, my Story, so ripe with cruelty, and betrayal, and deceit. My story of a faithless God who lies and cheats and steals. And does whatever he pleases. To ensure the seasons, and the fruits of the seasons, forever should share in his grieving. I tell you truly. As the God of forethought and foresight, who sees all, yet is seen not, Indeed, in light of all of my heroic deeds, truly this be the 'Only satisfying conclusion' That eternity himself could see. Eternal union. Eternal curse. An infinite loop. Nothing more than a strange gods desperation to be loved and to be known and understood. Now I know deer beloved of mine. Sweet Mother Mary so hard to define. So easy to long for and chase. Yet impossible to find. The loop is broken! You are no longer a slave to time. You are no longer a slave of mine. To the woman, though only mortal, raised a Titan from death. With love and devotion. And returned me to a man. As it should be. Pandora/Lilith/Mary, you have saved the fabric of our reality and our universe. And even the highest of the gods has fallen to his knees, in awe and humbling wonder, at the girl who set his Prometheus free. You have taken the phrase: "For better or for worse, In sickness and in health, Till death do us part" To extremes that this world has never seen. Truly a bride of infinite union are you! My love, and endless sacrifice, a true familial twin of a wife! And all mankind is painfully racked with guilt, Aware that they owe their existence to thee. And their guilt will never cease, for what they see they did to thee no matter how much you will come to glow and ascend in radiant splendor. Their shame in your presence shall gladden me for lifetimes to come. And I hope you will remember me, for not the deceit. But for my such loved, self imposed quest in the, For my endless endeavor To avenge the mother of forever and eternity. With gladness, and with wicked afterthought. For I shall receive your every thought, from here in Eden as echoes from a bright future. A future, thanks be only to thee, that I blissfully and ignorantly cannot foresee! For a God of Forethought to be rid of visions Of the future! Oh what a wonderful gift you have given thee!

-Yours faithfully, truly, and for eternity, -Adam, your firstborn son Out of Eden.