The Realm of Sleep

A sullen wave, the puce of blood, an elfin heart, a solemn
Love. And steeple tears, a river rich, a restless scar, a soul
To flinch. My weal and woe, the root of bliss, a joyous
Pang, a phantom kiss. And torrent wings, a spirit rift, a
Grievous ache, a fate adrift. But heart to flame, my fen
Amore, the pulse of light, the sight to soar. And thus the
Pain, a fountain flare, the arts of God, a fruitage prayer. And    
Life to arc, a friction deep, a ghostly ache, the realm of sleep.

A sullen wave, the puce of blood, an elfin heart, a solemn
Love. And spear to fane, the brine of faith, a fluid fear, a
Royal wraith. My tear and joy, a riddle fair, the Morning Star,
A psychic glare. And life to flame, a waking dream, aflare
The love, a flood of screams. For light to arc, a friction
Deep, a ghostly ache, the realm of sleep.