I Vow the Flame

I vow the flame, a mystic force, the death and bliss, a specter
Torch. And kiln to soul, a crypt and cave, the flight of
Breath, a welkin grave. My precious swan, a tulip tear, a
Heart to ache, a startled deer. And wisdom eyes, a shaman
Soul, a flute afflux, a phantom old. Thus the pressure, a
Measure torn, an ancient bruise, a wisdom thorn. And
Ocean pang, a ghostly wave, a privy art, the mind ablaze.
Hence the vision, a royal sky, a daisy field, the grit to fly. 

I vow the flame, a mystic force, the death and bliss, a specter
Torch. And cherry seed, a kernel strong, a symbol fair, an
Iron gong. My precious swan, awake the stars, aflame the
Fount, exploit the scars. And shape the pain, a motion flare,
A joy and tear, a psalmic prayer. For cryptic heart, a royal
Sky, a daisy field, the grit to fly.
   

Grit: courage.