Phantom

My phantom love, a ghostly flame, the roots of death, the kef
Of pang. And fever heart, a cryptic scroll, the wings of Om, a
Thetic soul. My phantom love, a tragic tear, the ache of life, a
Welkin spear. And telic death, a specter sore, the stress of soul,
A bleeding core. My cultic love, a sky aflame, a relic born, a
Storm of pain. And sign to soul, the wounds of Christ, adrift
The hells, a flash of light. And static scar, the strife of love, a
Need to bleed, the stars above.

My phantom love, a ghostly flame, the roots of death, the kef
Of pang. And portrait pain, a prayer to mock, despite the faith,
A bleeding flock. My phantom love, I plead the flame, atop the
Mount, beneath the bane. And graven deep, the soul aflare,
Adrift the praise, the smaze of prayer. And static scar, the strife
Of love, a need to bleed, the stars above.