Scrape the Unknown

A limn of light, a maze of webs, a tulip flare, a mystic ebb.
I love you more, the month of Lent, a cultic flood, a must
Repent. And heart to ghosts, a fire wild, a prayer aflame, a
Russet cloud. My dahlic field, the guild of time, an orphic
Tear, a dellic climb. And yonic wave, a goddess force, a
Healing shrine, a sophic course. For Scripture eyes, a wisdom
Sewn, a maiden fair, a bleeding bone. And relic blood, a
Dancing tomb, a voltic wave, an ethic moon. 

My limn of light, a maze of webs, a tulip flare, a mystic ebb.
I love you more, the call of Christ, a fount of love, the drums
Of flight. And hidden pleat, a wellic pulse, a floret voice, a
Saintly host. My sullen ghost, a welted rose, an ocean joy, a
Poet’s prose. But relic blood, a dancing tomb, a voltic wave,
An ethic moon.

Limn: to depict in painting or words.
Voltic: an adjective for volt
Wellic: an adjective for well, as in a water well.