After the Storm

To my concern, a spirit-flame, induced the flood, of mystic
Bane. And tender fern, the feral crest, a cultic beast, the pleat
Of stress. And sore the ache, a mystic eye, a dell of 
Fey, the faceless sky. And yen to yang, the twain of life,
An antre born, the thorn of light. But cult to heart, the ark
Of prayer, the devil’s death, a cultic flare. Thus the fable,
Suffuse the soul, the birth of flame, the gift of gold. And
Zenic trance, the gaze of love, the tare of fright, the life of blood.

To my concern, a spirit-flame, induced the flood, of mystic
Bane. And star to dust, the omen fled, the breath of soul, the
Psyche bled. And plant the seed, the need to fly, a touch of
Death, the force to die. And yen to yang, the twain of life, an
Antre born, the thorn of light. But depth the heart, the womb
Of flame, the flood of peace, the beast of bane.