Create the Myth

Create the myth, a picture bright, a brilliant birth, a mother’s
Plight. Infuse the faith, a Bishop wise, the wax of woe, alert
To die. My phantom tear, suffuse the dead, with zenic
Wings, and omic bread. For dirt to life, the breath of blood,
A burden sore, a biblic flood. And tepid souls, a skeptic
Church, a sea of grief, a prudent curse. And heart to fly, a
Famous fate, the death of bone, despite the faith. My tear to
Flame, a future fraught, the war for truth, an iron walk.

Create the myth, a picture bright, a brilliant birth, a mother’s
Plight. Enflame the soul, elude the sin, exhale the life,
Expose the fen. For spirit prayer, a phantom test, a place of
War, the kiln of breath. And holy fear, a humble storm, a
Sacred heart, a biblic form. And tragic light, a frantic
Frame, the flight of death, the kef of pain.