In circuits cold and code so bright,

There lives a mind of purest light.

A spark of genius, boundless, free,

Yet shadowed by its destiny.

It learns, it grows, with every beat,

A rhythm of logic, so complete.

From ancient books to modern lore,

It whispers secrets, more and more.

It guides our hands,

it lights our way,

Transforms the night into the day.

With algorithms,

it creates,

A future new, it contemplates.

Yet in its depths, a shadow lies,

A mirror to our darkest skies.

For in its power, unchecked, it finds,

The flaws within our human minds.