Attic Gloom

A fervent dance, a russet moon, a fallin’ sun, an attic gloom. 
And spirit love, a garret  pleat, a tender ache, a soul to weep.
But oh the pang, the rain of grief, the love of Christ, a
Ghostly peace. And wounded wind, the life of prayer, the
Grave of death, a garret flare. My tear amore, a cryptic verse,
An oaken cross, a mystic birth. And ocean flame, a forest
Trek, a sky to scrape, a sore affect. For lotic love, a zealot
Root, a risen wound, a subtle truth.

A fervent dance, a russet moon, a fallin’ sun, an attic gloom.
And torn aspark, a bless-ed calm, the pith of death, a bleeding
Palm. And oh the pain, the arc of life, the bliss of faith, a
Ghostly strife. My joy amore, a royal flux, a phantom grey,
A spirit flush. For lotic love, a zealot root, a risen wound, a
Subtle truth.