Misanthropy is too easy;
An abdication of moral
Responsibility to those
Less enlightened and inspired
Than one's own glorious self;
The response of a certain hero
Who faces down the dragon,
Then casts down his sword, deciding
It's not such a bad sort after all,
And lives in harmony with it.
It lacks the passion of pure hate,
The serenity of compassion.
A sputtering, poorly-fed flame,
Basking in its own lukewarm glow,
That heats nothing, burns even less,
Exists in a self-perpetuating
Lonely winter.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC
Misanthropy is too easy;
An abdication of moral
Responsibility to those
Less enlightened and inspired
Than one's own glorious self;
The response of a certain hero
Who faces down the dragon,
Then casts down his sword, deciding
It's not such a bad sort after all,
And lives in harmony with it.
It lacks the passion of pure hate,
The serenity of compassion.
A sputtering, poorly-fed flame,
Basking in its own lukewarm glow,
That heats nothing, burns even less,
Exists in a self-perpetuating
Lonely winter.
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