The Smaze of Joy

The smaze of joy, a faint despair, aglow the heart, aspark the
Glare. And soul to ghost, the host of light, my fallen tears, the
Years of plight. And lotic waves, a lilac flare, the lux of flame,
An oaken prayer. And spirit grief, a garnet stone, the moan of
Birth, a relic bone. My sight to God, a melic verse, the vault of
Love, a holy curse. And feyic flight, a cryptic cave, the voice of
Light, the rife of pain. And toe to tip, the waves of Christ, a
Photic storm, the form of light.

The smaze of joy, a faint despair, aglow the heart, aspark the
Glare. And wine to blood, the flame of faith, the pang of heart,
A limbic wraith. And sky to drop, the drum of script, the flit of
Fate, a faceless crypt. And orchid flare, the prow of strife, the
Curse of joy, the birth of flight. My pulse and tear, afloat the
Core, a cultic frame, the pang of war.