My Coop-defang

The gift of love, to court the flame, the fen of life, the source
Of pain. And love aflare, the tint of dreams, the flare of God,
The pulse of screams. And heart to scar, the streams of bliss,
The themes of art, aspark the kiss. But soul to death, the rites
Aflight, a cultic sword, the Lord of light. And fey to mind,
The shrine of love, a symbol grey, a mystic drum. For sound to
Wave, a slave to hertz, the tears of joy, a grave to birth. And bless
The wound, my ache aflame, my Zen aloof, my coop- defang.

The gift of love, to court the flame, the fen of life, the source
Of pain. And starlit bane, the pang of light, the pulse of love, the
Girth of Christ. And wing to flit, my queen afar, my volta flight,
My strife ajar. But sprout to oak, a cryptic flare, a private fen, a
Distant prayer. And bless the wound, my ache aflame, my Zen
Aloof, my coop-defang.