The Stalk of Dreams

My rapture pang, a flood of light, the kiln of flame, a vision
Bright. And cryptic love, a fire wild, the flight of faith, a
Florid trial. My rapture love, a rustic heart, the grace of rain,
The vault of art. And cultic flare, a ghostly crux, a christic
Prayer, a daily flux. My rapture dove, a dellic force, a dance
With pain, a diamond course. And fearless faith, a floral
Shrine, a sacred sun, a myth divine. But gothic sight, the
Stalk of dreams, a walk with death, the hawk of screams.      

My rapture pang, a flood of light, the kiln of flame, a vision
Bright. And lotic love, a feyic moon, a tear affect, the mist
Of gloom. My rapture ache, a fuse aflare, an orpine field,
The wield of prayer. And vatic eyes, a vivid cult, a velvet
Star, a passion volt. But gothic sight, the stalk of dreams, a
Walk with death, the hawk of screams.