The Sphinx of Blood

Entice the soul: entreat the flame: evince the light: evoke
The name. For life the flux, the lux of flight, the force of
Love, a vision bright. And arc to heart, a feral flood, a floral
Torch, the sphinx of blood. But tragic flush, corrupts the
Faith, afflux the soul, a phantom’s pace. My ghostly prayer,
The sparks of night, the storm of flame, a preacher’s wife.
And ark to dock, the voice of flare, the rain to rise, the waltz
Of air.   

Entice the soul: entreat the flame: evince the light: evoke
The name. For depth the flux, the crux of wings, the roots of
Life, a spawn of rings. And soul to core, the war of love,
The floor of death, a fountain drug. But fated web, the ebb
Of bliss, a bed of warmth, a saintly kiss. And arc to heart, a
Feral flood, a floral torch, the sphinx of blood.