My Dearest Mystery

Probe the soul, set flame to oak, for life to love, my fervent
Hope. My tragic heart, the spirit bled, a frantic prayer, a
Mystic hedge. And light to love, we die to live, plus life to
Blood, and conscience sin. But plaguing fear, corrupts the
Worth, of chemic love, a latent birth. Thus we panic, a silent
Death, fraught with dreams, a fallen breath. And heart to
God, my pivot love, my sullen flame, my cultic drug. Hence
The cage, my vocal tear, a cave of pain, and trumpet fear.  
   
And depth the soul, the sore ablaze, a bleeding wound, a
Raging flame. But fluid prose, the voice of pain, a splintered
Core, beneath the rain. And lilac smiles, a source of wealth,
To ponder love, the deepest self. And light to dark, my
Sculpted queen, my boundless heart, my solemn dream. Hence
The cage, my vocal tear, a cave of pain, and trumpet fear.