Ghostly Heart (Mount of Prayer)

My ghostly heart, a mystic flame, a rapid rush, a cultic frame.
And soul to wraith, the tears of life, a rail to walk, a cryptic
Light. My phantom love, a chi aflame, a sophic soul, a spirit’s
Pain. But war to heart, the mind aflare, a bleeding wound,
The mount of prayer. And thunder volt, the cult of love, a
Fane aflight, the light of blood. My ghostly ache, a mystic joy,
A vision sung, a phantom coy. And wounded heart, a
Mother’s faith, a temple scar, a cultic face.

My ghostly heart, a mystic flame, a rapid rush, a cryptic frame.
And core to wraith, a troubled soul, a heavy sword, a garden
Cold. My specter love, a diamond nest, a sacred chant, a
Biblic test. And mind to heart, the kiln aflame, a cultic ache,
A hint of bane. But war to heart, the soul aflare, a bleeding
Wound, the mount of prayer.