The darkness. The darkness at noon. <br /> Prometheus, filled with compassion, <br /> Filled with regret for the lost souls of the earth, <br /> Is brooding above the gloom. <br /> He knows that nature is blind, <br /> An unrelenting dark force, <br /> Proliferating endless species. <br /> His will wants to cry halt; <br /> His imagination wants to bring forth <br /> The light of the transformative day. <br /> Men, stupid and brutish, once dwelt in caves, <br /> Fearing and worshipping darkness. <br /> Prometheus stole fire from heaven, <br /> Stole the flame of genius, <br /> And with it kindled the human will. <br /> The torch, passed down through the generations <br /> To the present, has grown <br /> Rather than diminished in brightness.<br /><br />Dennis A. Zelazny<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-darkness-5/
