the flickering light ignites a fear br the menacing billowing dimness br evokes a fear that the light would br join the darkness to obliterate a dream br br there as it flickers - a little yellow lady br kneeling in ferocious prayers - br almost to its last, another set of fire br bursts into action and rages in a towering br inferno against the dyling of the light br against the dying of a wish, against br the dying of a torch of courage that br has kept this poetic path alighted br in the worst of storms br br by john tiong chunghoo br inspired by br br Dylan's Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night br - br br Do not go gentle into that good night, br Old age should burn and rave at close of day; br Rage, rage against the dying of the light. br br Though wise men at their end know dark is right, br Because their words had forked no lightning they br Do not go gentle into that good night. br br Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright br Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, br Rage, rage against the dying of the light. br br Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, br And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, br Do not go gentle into that good night. br br Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight br Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, br Rage, rage against the dying of the light. br br And you, my father, there on that sad height, br Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. br Do not go gentle into that good night. br Rage, rage against the dying of the light.