Sarah Sparks - Into the lantern waste

^CI met a man at the ^Fpark on a ^Cbench. He was ^Flooking at ^Chome with a ^Fpaper and ^Cpen. He said, "^CDaughter, I have been through ^Fthe Shadow^Amlands." For to ^Fhurt is to ^Clove and to ^Amknow that you ^Ccan that you ^Fare not ^Calone 'cause we ^Dmall are bro^Cken.

He said you ^Ccannot diminish the ^Fglory of ^CGod by re^Ffusing to ^Cworship like if ^Flocked in your ^Ccell. On the ^Cwalls you write "Darkness" to ^Fput out the ^Amsun. So you ^Fmight turn the ^Cpage, or you ^Ammight shut the ^Cbook, but the ^Ftruth is still ^Ctrue even ^Dmif you don't ^Clook.

He ^Cspoke to me then, "Are you ^Flooking for ^Ctruth, or is ^Fit wishful ^Cthinking and ^Fcomfort you ^Cchoose on the ^Cedge of a sword or the ^Fknot of a ^Amnoose? On the ^Fway to your ^Cdeath, should I ^Amreassure ^Cyou? But the ^Fcomfort will ^Ccome if you ^Dmsearch for the ^Ctruth."

^CSee here I'm still stuck on ^Fthese fairy ^Ctales with a ^Flion, a ^Cwardrobe, and ^Fmagic un^Cveiled. For there's ^Ctruth in these pages and ^Feach line I^Am read. I'm the ^Fboy that be^Ctrays Him, I ^Amcan clearly ^Csee, but the ^Flion that ^Csaves him is ^Dmbleeding for^C me.