Seven circles stand in strife — surrounded, I sit here within
To sooth the plight, One kindles light; a brightness veiled, claims Two, in sin
Then echoed, led, by what Three said: “May dark ascend as I douse it”
But then One’s war is backed by Four, who reignites the spark he lit
“Just stay alive,” says number Five, “do not join in their old conflict”
Quipped by Six, “Ignore their tricks, its we who your heart should depict”
All that time ’twas not one rhyme; in silence, there stood one throughout
These Seven circles, they surround all my beliefs — and all my doubt
How the World Should Work 