My Cultic Nib: My Bleeding Rose

My cultic nib: my bleeding rose. Imbue the relic: suffuse the
Prose. For bondage light, my screaming sign, a specter bold,
A bleeding vine. Awake the soul, my sleeping web, embrace
The blood, despite the dread. And pain to heart, my forest shrine,
A touch of death, and love divine. My cultic nib: my bleeding
Rose, infuse the flame, and drill the soul. For bondage light, my
Portrait fuse, a tortured dream, such mystic blues. And life to
Art, my canvas cold, a silent prayer, a cultic stone.

My mystic nib: my bleeding rose. Imbue the relic: suffuse the
Prose. For wounded life, my quilted love, a flood of pain, and
Mystic drums. And sky to soul, my soaring pulse, a mortal scar,
A loving Host. The fantast born, ablaze the crowd, infuse the
Soul, and scrape the clouds. For light to life, immortal flare, the
Heart of love, and knitted prayer.