In The Room

The people were infected, 

With planet playing Doom, 

When soul, by truth protected 

Appeared within the room. 

From center of infection 

Arose the sulfur fumes 

That were the interaction 

Of darkness and the room. 

Some wondered whom to murder, 

Others what to consume. 

That seemed to be the order 

When light came in the room. 

It came like an eruption, 

Volcano sending plumes - 

An uncouth interruption 

To business in the room. 

It came like Holy Fire, 

Dispelling all the gloom - 

Mind, powered with desire, 

Setting alight the room. 

The fire reaching the clouds - 

Like, for the bride, the groom - 

Incinerated doubts 

And darkness in the room. 

Descartes, Hobbes, Aristotle, 

Kant, Philo, Freud and Hume 

Were quite completely totalled

 When light came in the room. 

"What was the consummation?" 

"Well, what did you assume?" 

Momentous conflagration 

When light came in the room. 

However dour the night is, 

The beauty will resume 

When in the midst of darkness 

The sun enters the room. 

And we of soul and matter 

Will bring the world to bloom - 

The cockroaches all scatter 

When light is in the room.