Sullen/Wellic

The two combine, a sullen joy, a passion rich, a nature coy.
And phantom wings, a wellic  heart, the hertz of love, a
Desert art. My sullen friend, the pain awakes, a dungeon
Deep, a sullen ache. And dormant grief, a wellic frost, a
Bleeding bone, a soul to gloss. But sagic flare, a curse aflame,
A filtered fen, a flare to reign. And thus aflight, a withered
Tear, a punctured prayer, a ferric spear. For death to life, an
Omic arc, the wind of breath, a zenic spark.

The two combine, a sullen joy, a passion rich, a nature coy.
And soul to heart, a wellic frame, a spirit spark, the lark
Of flame. My sullen verse, athirst the light, a swamic edge,
The mind of Christ. And wellic pulse, the ghosts of pang, a
Frantic flux, the waltz of rain. For death to life, an omic arc,
The wind of breath, a zenic spark.