Phantom Flame

My mystic dirge, the smaze of love, a thetic  verse, a feyic
Nudge. And pneuma  light, the grief of bliss, a cultic
Wound, an attic hiss. My karma ache, the weight of sin, a
Fervent thought, a ghostly wind. And treble  heart, a wellic
Wand, an elfin dance, a precious swan. My holy friend, a
Solemn prayer, a fathom deep, the wheat aflare. And soul
To weep, a welkin glow, a cradle curse, a plant to grow. But
Truss  aflame, the slant of fate, a cryptic rose, a pearly gate.

My mystic urge, the smaze of love, a thetic verse, a feyic
Nudge. And pneuma pang, the art of faith, a secret joy, an
Attic wraith. My bone and grave, a vatic field, a haze of
Blood, a flaming kiln. And flesh aflame, a mystic flux, a holy
Love, a cultic crux. My swivet love, a solemn prayer, a
Fathom deep, the wheat aflare. 

Smaze: smoke and haze; confusion.
Thetic: a poetic thesis.
Pneuma: the Holy Ghost.
Treble: consisting of three parts.
Truss: a framework supporting a structure; an allusion to the Godhead.
Swivet: anxiety; panic; to be filled with angst.