Askew the Heart

Askew the heart: enflame the soul: aspark the night: create
The scroll. But love to arc, a ghostly grief, a field of want,
The flaunt of peace. My tear amore, a phantom pang, a need
To feel, a feyic flame. And spirit cross, the lux of light, a
Frantic heart, a phantom life. My flame amore, a sore aflight,
A pain for love, a mortal plight. But ark to God, a selfless
Prayer, a need to touch, a mystic flare. And weal to woe, a
Mind to bleed, a ship to sink, a fate to plead. 

Askew the heart: enflame the soul: aspark the night: create
The scroll. But fancy love, a mirror phase, a cultic dream, a
Fuse aflame. My tear amore, a force aflare, a cryptic soul,
Across the air. But pulse to blood, a vision dead, a ghostly
Ache, a vatic dread. And weal to woe, a mind to bleed, a
Ship to sink, a fate to plead.

Flaunt: to exhibit a feature.
Fancy: originating from the imagination.