Fasten Bolts

Inscribe a spirit; and flame a squall. She’s most exquisite—
A circuit ring. I gather antiques, and flare the Spirit; and
Deep the cut—a blatant tare. I write and pause and take a
Sip; and grove to maze—a maze to swarm. My beaut and

Star—a quiver churns; and thus the wrath—a fitted spear.
I know of spells—and sanctum hate; but fathom self—a
Fair debate; and try to live—the truest love: opposed to
Hate—and magic floods. I give to you—a slice of heart;

And pearls of self—the deepest dark; and angels chant—a
Torn goodbye; for depth the soul—a vicious cry; and knit
The bone—a bone to knit; and frown the good—a bone to
Pick. A fable turns, and yearns amore; but heart to light—a
Bleeding sore; and thus aflight—a silent soul; and thus
Aloof—a cautious soul.