My Chaplet Love

My chaplet love, the stars are callin’, the air has died, the
Soul is fallin’. And froward scars, aspark the curse, the
Pride of God, the devil’s birth. My chaplet love, the lute
Of flame, the arc of tears, and candent rain. For depth
The coop, the life of death, a dellic wave, a delphic breath.
Thus forbidden, the roar of bliss, the reign of joy, a
Royal kiss. My chaplet love, the prophet bleeds, the pulse
Of scars, and phantom screams.    

My chaplet love, the stars are callin’, the air has died, the soul
Is fallin’. And lesion fair, a Baptist flame, the wiles of sin,
Amidst the slain. My chaplet love, the murk of light, an
Ontic birth, the curse of plight. For fulgent love, the depth
Of pain, the welts of Christ, and scripted bane. My Chaplet
Love, the prophet bleeds, the pulse of scars, and phantom screams.