To Endure the Arc

A pyre high, the gall of death, a loyal light, the flight of breath.
And rapture love, initial bliss, a destined knell, a bleeding
Kiss. For vim to trite, a passion dead, a floret pain, an ache
Abed. But vision faith, the pace of bloom, a patient pulse, a
Heart to swoon. And thus the love, a destined life, a florid
Vine, a fulgent wife. And ardent steed, a rhythm wild, a passion
Storm, a fated child. But soul to arc, a brief affair, a broken
Trust, a forest tare. 

A pyre high, the gall of death, a loyal light, the flight of breath.
But sheltered love, a verdant field, a mercy heart, despite the
Chill. For trite to vim, the steepest love, the wings of death, a
Passion flood. And soul to arc, a picture grey, a sophic light,
A need to pray. And thus the love, a destined life, a florid
Vine, a fulgent wife. 

Pyre: a high pile of flammable objects, where a corpse is burned thereupon as part of a funeral ceremony.
Vim: lively; vitality.
Floret: a small flower. Used to signify a small growth.
Arc: a cycle; a circle.
Verdant: bright green and lush grass.