A Pulse Adrift

Her holy flesh, the orb of sin, a ghostly sphinx, a cultic glen.
And privy love, a phantom scar, a dahlic death, a tomb afar.
My tragic heart, a poison fair, a ghostly chant, a freshet flare. 
And torn aflame, a feyic love, a river dance, a diamond flood.
For promise faint, the taint of faith, a pulse adrift, the kiss of
Fate. And dripping blood, a dellic vow, a spirit pledge, a
Mystic mile. But depth the soul, a skeptic reign, the grave of
Love, the wings aflame.

Her holy flesh, the orb of sin, a ghostly sphinx, a cultic glen.
And apt for death, the fawn of love, a vision sore, a septic
Flood. My ache aflare, a rustic wraith, a den of wolves, a
Jinni’s face. And top the mount, a fervent flame, a gift afar,
A plangent pang. For promise faint, the taint of faith, a pulse
Adrift, the kiss of fate.