A darkness rises, fetid and perverse;
Like some encroaching fog that winds its way
Through hearts and minds.  What force can now reverse
This tide of ignorance, turn it away?

For there are many weapons it employs
To tap our vices, keep us all confused;
It can distract us with illusion's joys
And leave our rationality abused.

But there is hope; it is the Primal Fire,
The Logos, which controls the universe.
Through discipline, our minds will never tire
And may yet lift the shadow of this curse.

We are the Stoa; we will always strive
To serve mankind and keep the flame alive.