The Darkest Silence

It’s more than fey, a skeptic form, and more than vibes, a
Mystic storm.  The darkest light, a bless-ed curse, the
Voice of wind, a cryptic verse. And heart to soul, a
Buoyant wave, a cultic stone, a bleeding grave. My
Meta-dream, the birth of self, a silent stream, a cave of
Wealth. And sky to earth, a zealot faith, the blood of
Christ, a wailing wraith. And fervent prayer, evokes the
Life, the gift of God, a brilliant light. 

Thus the Spirit, conveys the truth, through written word, and
Subtle proof. But ghostly vibes, a faceless frame, a voiceless
Heart, a gelid flame. But sudden grace, awakes the soul, to
Mystic tears, and flaming coal. Thus the power, a silent
Wave, the pulse of fear, the darkest cave. And fervent prayer,
Evokes the life, the gift of God, a brilliant light.