Alight

Alight the vibe, a supple wave, a voltage limn, a conquered
Grave. And mystic birth, a passion bliss, the arc of life, a
Wounded wrist. A rising chant, enflames the love, a cryptic
Brant, a torrent flood. And holy wise, the ache of sin, a sheer
Repent, a diamond fen. My shadowed hiss, the tempt of
Light, the herb of death, the kef of strife. But fount to earth,
The curse of love, aspark the self, the puce of blood. And
Utter grace, a face aflame, a torch aflight, the human pang.

Alight the vibe, a supple wave, a voltage limn, a conquered
Grave. And cultic heart, a gift of God, a soul to bleed, a
Ghostly rod. My karma tear, the bowels of death, a mystic
Hell, the knell of breath. But fate to Christ, a tribal trance, a
Vatic glimpse, an angel’s dance. And utter grace, a face
Aflame, a torch aflight, the human pang. 
    

Alight: to descend and then land, as does a bird. 
Supple: moving gracefully.
Limn: painted in words.       
Brant: a trope for flight.
Puce: dark red.
Knell: funeral bell.      
Vatic: prophetic.