Though she fears he may be gone
when Darkness brings her back
his heartbeat sends fragmented light
to pierce the blinding Black.
His fire a beacon every night
she stumbles Sorrow’s path.
Lighthouse sawing the Abyss
his love ignites the map

Some gaped
Clutching spoons
Stained with technicolor sweet

Some choked
Spewing taffy
At the poison pastor's feet

Some wept
Scrubbing powder
From their pixie-dusted hands

Some screamed
Grinding canes
Into minty striped sand

He grinned
Spinning scripture
Into fluffy twisted hope

We died
Dangling sweetly
From the cotton candy ropes