My Mystic Dirge

My mystic dirge, a spider’s web, a witches’ spell, a wicked
Ebb. And razor rail, a rapture death, a riot reign, a rippled
Breath. For lyric flame, the rain of love, the rite of life, a
Liquid drum. And partial pledge, a pier of shame, a Judah
Grief, a fettered vein. My mystic dirge, a dread amore, the
Dearth of love, my fractured core. And sated prayer, a fated   
Myth, a morbid tear, a mortal wish. For sin aflame, a
Specter shrine, the snare of death, a root divine.

My mystic dirge, a spider’s web, a witches’ spell, a wicked
Ebb. And chemic angst, the flight of flame, a fever verse, a
Spirit slain. For logic pain, a lurid cave, a portrait scar, a
Lotic wave. And purple heart, the highest hail, a soul to fly,
A fear to fail. For sin aflame, a specter shrine, the snare of
Death, a root divine.    

Dirge: a lament (cry of deep distress), especially, for one that has passed away (crossed over).
Ebb: the inward and outward flow of the tide. Anything that flows in and out, such as breathing. 
Logic: reasoning (structured thought), according to a set of rules, where truth of the matter is the target.
Lurid: very colorful, such as to clash, and create a harsh effect.   
Specter: an apparition (ghost).
Snare: a trap designed to catch prey (an animal).