Intuition

Such intuition: to soar aflight: to capture wise, the pride of
Life. My chantress sore, awash the soul, emote the words, 
Extract the gold. For mortal love, a stately pose, a daisy
Fair, a purple rose. And ember ash, a phoenix flame, adrift
The hells, aloft the waves. My rapture tear, a florid verse,
A floral spark, a feral curse. And ballad heart, a thetic flare,
The grace of prose, a solemn stare. And studded scar, the
Ink of blood, the wings of light, immortal love.

Such intuition: to soar aflight: to capture wise, the pride of
Life. My nimbus flame, the keel of love, the peal of pain,
The puce of drums. For ludic heart, aflare the crypt, the
Ache of bane, an opus script. And soul to sword, the sight
Of tears, the birth of light, and cultic fears. And ember ash,
A phoenix flame, adrift the hells, aloft the waves.