My Cygnet Soul

My cygnet soul, a cipher script, a cymbal charm, a subtle rift.
But cycle flux, a floral flame, a wisdom tree, a furtive pain.
And secret scars, a source of death, aflame the truth, aflare
The breath. My cygnet soul, a rippled wave, the wear of woe,
A mystic cave. But hectic heart, a mortal bar, an anthem
Sore, a mind ajar. And veil to lark, a broken song, the peal of
Pang, a shattered gong. For wilted light, a liquid tear, a
Torrent sea, a torpid fear.

My cygnet soul, a spirit flame, a sacred star, a rippled wave.
And rhythm raw, a rustic flare, a fluid flood, a rhythmic
Prayer. And magic heart, the maze of light, a moment free, a
Mystic flight. My cygnet soul, infuse the mind, suffuse the
Art, redeem the time. For fervent joy, the act of self, imbue
The core, evoke the elf. 
   
 

Cygnet: a young swan.
Cipher: disguised.
Cymbal: a musical instrument.
Floral: blossom; of flowers.
Furtive: secret.
Hectic: a nervous energy; high energized activity.
Bar: a long rod that fastens one in.
Lark: a type of songbird.
Peal: a loud ringing bell.
Torpid: when the mind, and/or, body become inactive.
Rustic: a countryside view.
Infuse: to fill with energy, and/or, light.
Suffuse: to gradually spread within, and all over.
Redeem: compensate.
Imbue: to inspire with a quality.
Core: the deepest part of something; the center; the soul.