Rhapsodic Flame

Through rapture the touch of ecstasy. Unborn in my birth—my
Last dance. And here’s a martini, my love; for the sword is a
Flare, flickering within the spirit. Caress a notion, mystic in its
Texture, revolutionizing faith. And such likeness, the gift of
Infinity, saturating the breath of heaven. Thus a gust of essence,
Inflames the soul, unto the thirst of visions. And such fibers,
Threads made of diamond, suffocating unbelief. What a web,
Such passion and nightmare!—a glorious torpedo, the flame
Of my soul. And her eyes, a midsummer storm, the ballad of
Eternity. And we fall, unto the pits of hell, if only to unchain 
Darkness. Such mystery, a rhapsodic affliction, a snapshot of
My venture. Thus I dance, lost in picture, adrift a mystic stone.
My soul, knit to cadence, unto the landmark of paradise. And
This flame, this glorious flame, my life, my rhapsody.