Goodmorning my friend, quite a day isn’t it?
The postmaster said with a grin.
You should find this package very interesting
As he passes a box wrapped in brown paper.
Thank you i replied dumbfounded by the box.
What could it be i thought, a gift?
Perhaps a kind gesture from an old friend.
An order, yes that’s it i ordered something.
No? not an order, i have not ordered for some time.
I reach and pull the tiny string.
It holds an attached note on brittle like paper.
For you, a common friend.
Read this first, then if you dare open the box.
A pandora gift i thought, unknown, unsigned.
The note said that if my heart where made for love
The box would flourish a gift beyond any i have seen.
If my heart be pale and dry, Then damnation inside.
I called an old friend to ask if the riddle be hers
She said her riddles where not of sort.
I called to the postman, he too had not heard.
again the doctor, down the street
Of this, Nothing he knew.
I opened the wrapping, and tossed it aside,
A quick flame burst and took it from my eyes.
A glow from within the little brown box
Out of it came …
Xpyr'd 
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