Soul

My lilac soul, a dusty grey, a dulcet voice, a cloudy day.
But present pain, a spirit war, the life of blood, a bleeding
Core. I numb the flesh, a choir heart, a moment’s rest, a
Skyward spark. My lilac soul, a field of wealth, a slight
Eclipse, a mother’s help. But nectar sweet, a cryptic form,
A fever flame, a pivot storm. I numb the flesh, a faint
Debris, a shadow hawk, a lightning spree. My lilac soul,
A vision grey, a fount of wars, the tears of prey. But dying
Heart, a cultic birth, a portal night, a falcon’s thirst. I
Numb the flesh, a well of shame, a flutter swift, a trumpet
Flame. My lilac soul, an attic sky, a dulcet voice, aflare to
Fly. But present pain, a spirit war, the life of blood, a
Bleeding core. And cryptic love, a choir prayer, a sculpted
Dream, a mystic air.