My Fairest Wound

My fairest wound, the future cries, a wailing earth, a teary
Sky. For bless-ed scar, a tenet crux, a flaming faith, a
Biblic touch. Inform the stars, a fallen pearl, a desert fence,
A tragic world. And fairest wound, a floral grain, in need of
Love, and welkin reign. My diamond flux, a color rare, a
Wave of ghosts, a heart to care. And such is fate, a fortune
Brave, a fortress hedge, the pledge of flame. Indeed the
Torch, a pleated grace, a signet ring, a cryptic face.    

My fairest wound, the future cries, a wailing earth, a teary
Sky. For curse-ed joy, a mystic flirt, a forest rose, a vision
Curt. Inform the queen—of oaken love, a furnace ache, a
Fallen dove. And fairest wound, a rustic prayer, a tunic
Torn, in deep despair. My fever wave, a ghostly thought,
A treasure tug, a mystic hawk.