Disdain

Disdain  the fane:  afflict the heart: a friction dance: a passive
Art. My phantom friend, a crooked face, a silent grief, the
Fleece  of grace. But depth the scar, an envy ache, a devil’s
Taunt, a fractured faith. And froward  love, a bleeding fate,
The pace of death, a fettered wraith.  My phantom friend, a
Symbol dear, a thesis born, a sacral spear. And mystic light,
A mirror fane, a need to pray, to curse the flame. But
Depth the soul, a tinge of guilt, a photic  love, a psyche tilt.

Disdain the fane: afflict the heart: a friction dance: a passive
Art. My phantom friend, a child of God, a spirit flame, an
Opus  rod. But thicket thorns, trail the soul, a discontent, an
Anger bold. For shrouded light, the flight of thoughts, a
Boundless sea, a forest hawk. But depth the soul, a tinge of
Guilt, a photic love, a psyche tilt.

Disdain: contempt; the feeling that someone is unworthy of human respect.
Fane: the human body; a temple.
Fleece: sheep skin; the outward appearance.
Froward: contrary; the opposite of what is projected, or perceived as appropriate.
Wraith: ghost; ghostlike.
Photic: relating to light.
Opus: a musical composition.