I Chatted Flame

I fathom ghosts, a chatted flame, a misty vibe, a mother’s
Pang. And lightenin’ volts, a fathom touch, a web of
Hertz, a mystic rush. But fated death, a hearty arm, an
Omic breath, a cultic charm. My freedom flame, a cryptic
Grave, the crypt of light, a christic frame. And tonic love,
A vibrant tree, a wilted mind, a zenic sea. For wellic pain,
An attic wind, a stormy thought, a telic fen. And nature
Reign, a forest plum, a hunger deep, a passion numb.

I fathom ghosts, a chatted flame, a misty vibe, a mother’s
Pang. And thunder heart, a specter live, a mind aflare, the
Wings to fly. But treasure-trove, a chest aflame, an
Oaken tear, a phantom’s pain. My freedom quest, the
Flesh of love, a garret ache, a fount of blood. And nature
Reign, a forest plum, a hunger deep, a passion numb.