Premise

My stark premise, the wave of love, the grave of light, the
Pulse of drums. For hertz to heart, a mystic cave, the ark
Of flare, the prayer of flame. And cultic truss, the lope of
Light, the scope of dreams, the hope of life. But flow to
Ebb, the web of gloom, the weave of streams, a mystic
Womb. And telic spark, the arc of faith, the wraith of song,
The gong of fate. And heart to wing, the soul aglow, the
Helm of life, the need to grow.

My stark premise, the wave of love, the grave of light, the
Pulse of drums. For sky to soul, a cryptic rush, a freshet
Hook, the brook of flush. And flick to flare, the glare of
Flame, aspark the heart, adrift the cave. And wade to bract,
The act of pain, the pulse of tears, the ghost aflame. And
Wing to flight, the soul aglow, the helm of life, the need to grow.