Mortal Bane

Listen my love: waves are rapid: such are ripples: such is
Magic. But heart to soul, the love is fey, a mystic flare, and
Flaming grey. And nib to stone, a bleeding tare, the stream of
Blood, a flood of prayer. And swept aflame, the Spirit soars,
A cosmic spark, my dear amore. And lotus tears, construct
The light, a diamond star, the fountain bright. But ocean waves,
Are mystic born, the fey of love, we deeply mourn. Thus
The mystic, our portal flame, a touch of myth, and mortal bane.

Listen my love: waves are rapid: such are ripples: such is
Magic. But light to soul, the lure of sin, a stream of death, where
Satan wins. And nib to heart, the flute of dreams, a mystic cave,
A wave of screams. And swept ablaze, the angels dance, the
Seven stars, a cultic trance. Thus the mystic, our portal flame, a
Touch of myth, and mortal bane.