The darkness came to snuff the Light
Chanting in chorus that might makes right
While sophists squawked, prescribing cures
In gross unknowing that only Love endures
True Flame burning fierce and bright
Strong against the hungry night
Remaining souls Collect The Fire
Lest we fade, lest we expire
Shielded like a hand in glove
Consume us Furnace of Love
Discard the lies the sophists said
Ethics live. Virtue is not dead
Collecting the Fire
Furious uncompromising torch
Collecting the Fire
The deficiency of night to scorch
Collecting the Fire
Wakeful, perpetually aflame
Collecting the Fire
Enduring, forever the same