Theme Park at its Darkest

I promise not to flinch to hate

I will embrace this gift of pain

I will not hide your sovereign light

Beneath this abject cloak of shame

I promise not to run and hide

Concealed in darkness of another

Nor pull your faults across my eyes

I’ll keep my word to stand and suffer

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Night folds me in blackened wings

And paints a landscape sinister

Your beating heart, it echoes still

Through the tangle of my viscera

That rhythm scores these absent days

On the sunless side of always

And for those who prefer their sonnets in the traditional pentameter…

I promise that I’ll not flinch into hate

I will fully embrace this gift of pain

I will not turn and hide your sovereign light

Underneath this abject cloak of shame

I promise I’ll not run away and hide

Or curl up in darkness of another

I will not pull your faults across my eyes

I’ll keep my word that I’ll stand and suffer

As night enfolds me in its blackened wings

And paints a landscape chill and sinister

The beating of your heart, it echoes still

Through darkling tangle of my viscera

Its rhythm scores these silent, stagnant days

Encamped on the sunless side of always

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