The Realm of Ghosts

A melted soul, a sullen wick, a sacred love, an attic trench.
And wellic ghosts, a writhing soul, a fire rich, a tarot scroll.
My fettered thought, a relic muse, a sophic ghost, the zayic
Blues. And portal pain, a wisdom blind, a mortal wound, a
Phantom vine. But zealot flame, a mountain pulse, a garret
Shrine, a flaming ghost. And daisy love, a heart divine, a
Garden plush, a mystic sign. For lotus flare, a phantom ache,
A riddle fair, a feyic fate.

A melted soul, a sullen wick, a sacred love, an attic trench. 
And rapture pang, a chemic storm, a shaman trance, a
Phantom born. My fettered thought, a fever cold, an astral
Flame, a haunted soul. And dolor  wave, a pensive tear,
A tint malaise,  a ferric  spear. For lotus flare, a phantom
Ache, a riddle fair, a feyic fate.