Heart to Flight

Feed the current, emit the flame, adrift the torch, ablaze the
Fane. My thesis born, a mystic flare, the morn of death, and
Cryptic air. And heart to flight, the spirit soars, to touch the
Soul, a hundred score. And coffin joy, the blocks of light,
Aloft the tears, and wistful night. And strife to fear, the
Wave of fey, a cultic flash, a splash of grey. But source of
Flame, the faith of heart, the spark of light, the plight of
Sartre.

Feed the current, emit the flame, adrift the torch, ablaze the
Fane. My photic storm, a mystic well, the tears of Christ, the
Woes of hell. And heart to flight, a stippled sore, the ache of
Breath, my deep amore. And depth the soul, a tropic moon,
A faint gazelle, a hint of gloom. But source of flame, the
Faith of heart, the spark of light, the plight of Sartre.