Depth the Soul, a Mystic Face

An ardent wave, aflare the soul, a passion storm, the flame
Of gold. My rapture love, a spearic death, the pulse of Zeus,
A dying breath. And broken lust, a frantic frame, the flare
Of love, an orphic pain. My sophic ache, a canvas fair,
Aloof as love, the ark of prayer. And grave to life, the trope
Of flame, the myth of fate, the prate of pain. My russet heart,
The gash of dreams, the flux of flight, a fractured stream. And
Depth the soul, a mystic face, a distant love, a cryptic fate.

An ardent wave, aflare the soul, a passion storm, the flame
Of gold. My tacit love, a dellic storm, the death of hope, a tragic
Form. And grackle cries, a splendid tear, a spirit ache, a
Sacred spear. My melic verse, the heart’s aflame, adrift the
Winds, aloft the bane. But depth the soul, a mystic face, a
Distant love, a cryptic fate.