A Grave Aflame

A grave aflame, the birth of life, a welkin love, a biblic light.
And steep the heart, adrift the climb, the haunt of fear, the
Spear of time. My ache amore, a mystic love, a pier of flame,
A shaman’s drug. And soul to angst, a wailing wall, a telic
Wave, the knees to fall. For knell to fate, the face of pain, a
Biblic strife, a sea of shame. But depth the soul, a rhythm
Flare, a portal maze, a soul aware. And verse to heart, the mill
To spin, the pulse to thump, adrift the wind.

A grave aflame, the birth of life, a welkin love, a biblic light.
And dungeon heart, a silent bell, an omic vibe, a faceless dell.
My ache amore, the trek of flame, a hidden art, a spirit slain.
And flare to soul, an anchor deep, a sophic web, a need to
Sleep. For thought to orb, a well of words, a weather harsh, a
Fleet of verbs.