Ghostly Flame

Such oaken eyes, a gracile face, a prudent brow, a sylphic
Grace. And phantom wings, a fantast soul, a prophet’s
Pang, a heart of gold. My dahlic maze, a cave of pearls, a
Precious stone, a mythic world. For goddess charm, the
Arm of flame, a cultic touch, a mystic frame. And spear to
Core, an omic wave, a fulgent mist, a ghostly pain. My
Love and hearth, the birth of song, a melic verse, a
Symbol strong.

Such oaken eyes, a gracile face, a prudent brow, a sylphic
Grace. And light to lux, a flux aflame, a royal womb, a
Thirst for pain. My candent soul, a raging flare, a cryptic
Pleat, the feat of prayer. For saintly pang, a gift divine, the
Pulse of Christ, the halt of time. And spear to core, an
Omic wave, a fulgent mist, a ghostly flame.