Nimbus

A nimbus  queen: a skeptic art: the wings of God: a splendid
Lark.  My zest and zeal, the keel of prose, the light is grim,
A wilted rose. But opus heart, the spark of dreams, the ache
Of love, a nimbus theme. And passion burn, the turn of
Light, the weight of war, the core aflight. My russet moon,
A boon aflame, a mystic womb, a woman’s pang. But
Broken flare, the prayer of gold, a spirit wave, a cultic soul.  
And fallin’ flame, the rain aflare, the heart afflux, a subtle tear.

A nimbus queen: a skeptic art: the wings of God: a splendid
Lark. My sullen star, the bar of light, a sophic soul, a morning
Bright. The blood of life, a mystic dance, the strife of love,
A cryptic trance. And wisdom ache, the paint of flame, a
Subtle death, a spirit slain. My nimbus zeal, the keel of prose,
The heart is grim, a wilted rose.