My Night Azure

My night azure, a relic verse, the blackest damp, a lightenin’
Curse. But wellic love, a telic phase, a feyic death, a breath
Ablaze. And garden gore, a frantic tale, the myth of blood, a
Sophic hell. For spearic flesh, a vatic love, a zayic heart, a
Bleeding rug. My night azure, a fluid sky, a moon to fall, a
Star to die. And ocean root, an oaken tree, an island voice, a
Spoken key. For lute to heart, a treasured vine, a fabled fate,
A pang divine.

My night azure, a relic verse, the blackest damp, a lightenin’
Curse. But zealot rain, a ferric flight, the ink of love, the
Glove of strife. And ancient glint, a goddess fair, a fettered
Soul, a poet’s flare. For silent pain, a fulgent light, a sea of
Art, the spark of life. And garden gore, a frantic tale, the
Myth of blood, a sophic hell. 
 

Zayic: a created word meaning mosaic.