Soul Nazarite

Soul Nazarite: the dreads of God, a Samson pride, a cryptic
Rod. And spirit flight, a prophet wave, the weal of warmth,
A cultic flame. My skeptic heart, a sullen shrine, afraid to die,
A death divine. But depth the soul, the crave of Christ, a
Jewish tear, athirst for light. My zenic muse, the mare of
France, a mystic soul, a fatal trance. And Mary’s heart, a
Humble flame, a herald breath, a spirit pain. And mind aspark,
The myth of love, aflame the ache, and mental drums.

And Nazarite: the dreads of God, a Samson pride, a cryptic
Rod. And blood aflare, a brilliant birth, the thirst of nails,
A mystic hearse. But death aflight, the prophet sings, the
Wealth of woe, and weathered wings. And light to heart, the
Dance of hell, a gilt’d pain, a tragic tale. And mind aspark, the
Myth of love, aflame the ache, and mental drums.