Love Gone Awry

Such feral love, aloft the flame, a vision wild, the ache of
Pain. And gentle stress, to torch the soul, the flux of lust, a
Passion bold. My dashing love, a mystic womb, an angel
Fair, a prophet’s tomb. And scythe to heart, the soul aswoon,
Aloft the clouds, and filled with gloom. For dragon flare, a
Frantic wind, a tragic myth, a cultic glen. Thus the vision,
The tint of death, a fervent storm, the form of breath. But love
Askew, a tender flame, a rhythm sore, and fraught with pang.    

And feral love, aloft the hells, a vision wild, a tragic tale.
Thus the passion, the murk of light, a poison vile, the trial of
Life. My ferric sword, the death of heart, a love awry, a
Ghostly arc. And fearless love, an ache adrift, a well of tears,
An adder’s hiss. My splendid love, a mystic womb, an angel
Fair, a prophet’s tomb.