Image

I gallop love, a naked dream, a foot to print, a silent scream.
But haunted house, a temple storm, a flaming vine, an
Angel torn. And wilted rose, a symbol fair, the life of love,
A dying flare. But flesh to bone, the art of guile, to flame
The heart, a crooked style. And spirit grief, the peace of sin,
Adrift the hells, a sweet revenge. Thus the image, a hidden
Tare, a petal gold, and faint despair. But soul to vice, the
Ache of pain, a shard to love, the depth of bane.

I gallop love, a naked dream, a foot to print, a silent scream.
But daunt to heart, the brook of tears, the tar of love, the
Spike of fears. And nib to soul, the pride of life, the sky to
Flame, the pang of light. But spirit strong, the gong of love,
The zeal to live, the mystic drum. Thus the image, a hidden
Tare, a petal gold, and faint despair.