My Dearest Swan (Lover of Wands)

Feel the splendor, my feyic swan, adrift the waves, the flames
Of dawn. And magic heart, the spark of spells, the flare of
Webs, and swamic bells. And fetch the stars, the eyes of
Night, the pant of hart, the chant of light. For fulgent verse,
The terse of pain, the birth of love, the drums aflame. And
Earth to sun, the rune of dreams, the gloom of death, the
Weft a-stream. And zenic flight, a thetic wave, a mystic
Door, to soar the pang.  
 
Feel the beauty, my feyic swan, adrift the waves, the flames
Of dawn. And cultic heart, the art of breath, the flare of God,
The sage of death. And strew the soul, alive the scar, aloft
The cave, and tears afar. For deathless verse, the hearth of
Heart, the sprout of seed, to bleed the spark. And zenic
Flight, a thetic wave, a mystic door, to soar the pang.