They think they forge realities,
projecting shapes by flames,
anonymous within this dark,
where no one speaks a name.

They feel they fool the captive minds
that watch their shadow play,
and, for the moment, this is so,
until thoughts start to stray.

They hope the truth cannot be found
so deep beneath this grievous ground,
that entertainment keeps us here
in ignorance or gripping fear.

What they may never wish to know
is some of us, one day, will go
beyond the blindness of their night
to liberate our lives with light.