My Nimbus Scar, My Ferric Spear

My nimbus scar, a ferric spear, a thetic sore, a fantast fear.
And furnace welts, aflame the core, my ink to blood, my ghost
Amore. And trestle tears, aflare the night, my wound and nib,
My scar to flight. And phantom flame, agog the pit, suffused
With light, infused with grit. My ferric spear, a caldron wave,
The wrap of sparks, and cultic bane. And specter waft, alights
The heart, a brilliant pulse, aloof and dark. And wade to wings,
The web of pride, the death of self, the voice to fly. 

My nimbus scar, a ferric spear, a thetic sore, a fantast fear.
And kiln to soul, a ghostly vaunt, the blood of light, my grave
To haunt. And yogic flight, a swamic flare, the breath of waves,
The flames of air. And angst to heart, the phantom born, adrift
The stars, where angels mourn. My nimbus scar, aflame the
Tears, the cave of death, a ferric spear.