Many of us, at one point or another, can recall hearing stories about classic literary characters like Dr. Frankenstein and Dorian Gray. "Penny Dreadful", a television series produced by Netflix, brings those and other characters into a new light by exploring their origin stories in the dark corners of Victorian London. Though graphic in many places throughout, the show really brings to light, the essence and inherent nature of evil among the human creation. But the best part of the show occurs at the end of the season, where goodness and light ultimately prevails. Throughout the show, the various main characters struggle with evil and constantly try to overcome it on their own, only to realize that grace and mercy is needed. While watching Penny Dreadful, I heard a beautiful ode by William Wordsworth, an 17th century poet. Asa lover of poetry and shorts, suffice it to say that I haven't been touched by words from a poet so beautiful in such a long time. The ode has many (and, I do mean many) allegories. But the main one is almost like an ode to the beauty of our childhood and how we lose that spark of life, creativity, and essence with age and knowledge. It's absolutely beautiful, and I thought I'd share it with you.
Here's a clip of the ode from Sir William Wordsworth, beautifully read, in the show: