In the Room

The people were infected, 
With planet playing Doom, 
When soul, by God 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.