Phantom Flood

Such phantom flood, a gift to glint, the prose of blood, a fluid
Flint. My royal queen, a death above, a curse aflare, a thirst
For blood. And spark the ghosts, alight the soul, a vision
Sword, a phantom scroll. The light’s aflame, the reign of
Wraiths, alight the heart, invoke  the fate. My tears aflight,
Awake the stars, suffuse the sun, aspark the scars. For
Purple dreams, a vatic tale, a private ache, a privy hell. And
Vow to death, a bleeding grave, a tomb alive, a hive of waves.

Such phantom flood, a gift to glint, the prose of blood, a fluid
Flint.  My regal mare, a life above, a bless-ed flare, the souls
Of love. And flame to ghosts, a sudden flush, a spirit flight, a
Mystic rush. The heart’s alive, to soar the clouds, a lotus
Flight, a vision wild. But purple dreams, a vatic tale, a private
Ache, a privy hell.