Such allure, my Mortal Star

Such allure, my mortal star; and such delight, my ancient scar.
Thus the chime, the reach of gold, my silver heart, my purple
Soul. Suffuse the core, my pagan queen, alert the clouds,
Profess the dream. Such dashing charm, and fervent flame, an
Eager smile, and modest shame. My cultured muse, the heart
Is wild, adrift the wings, of myth and trial. Thus the legend, a
Velvet art, the spell of love, a sudden spark. And depth the
Soul, a subtle stream, a spirit faint, a sullen scream.

My mystic love, enchant the waves, infuse the mind, and probe
The caves. For such is love, the birth of breath, a touch of light,
A hint of death. And cosmic rain, the core of life, my boundless
Pain, my cheerful strife. Thus we perish, alive and well, a
Cryptic dream, a mystic spell. Hence the wish, a myth of yore,
A flaming castle, a zenic door.