Into The Lantern Waste

I met a man at the park on a bench

He was looking at home with a paper and pen

He said, Daughter, I have been through the Shadowlands

For to hurt is to love and to know that you can

That you are not alone, we all are broken

He said, You cannot diminish the glory of God

By refusing to worship, like if locked in a cell

On the walls, you write darkness to put out the Sun

So you might turn the page or you might shut the book

But the truth is still truth even if you don’t look

He spoke to me then, are you looking for truth?

Or is it wishful thinking and comfort you choose?

On the edge of a sword and the knot of a noose

On the way to your death, should I reassure you?

But the comfort will come, if you search for the truth

See, here, I'm still stuck on these fairy tales

With a lion, a wardrobe, and magic unveiled

For there’s truth in these pages, in each line I read

I'm the boy that betrays him, I can clearly see

But the lion that saves him is bleeding for me