Telic Scar

My telic scar, an ontic flame, the fey of death, a grayish grave.
And floral love, a shadow dance, a fen aglow, a gothic
Trance. My telic scar, the pulse of prose, an attic star, a
Wilted rose. And oaken red, a russet dream, the flame of
Faith, a biblic theme. And melic waves, a heart to weep, a
Tear to wail, a fathom deep. For drill to soul, the scroll of
Pang, the law of stone, a zone aflame. And wood to blood, a
Fatal fate, the fuse of wings, a mortal ache. 

My telic scar, an ontic flame, the fey of death, a grayish grave.
And depth the smaze, a forest black, a thousand wounds, a
Swarm of gnats. My telic scar, an epoch dark, a demon root,
A garret lark. And deep lament, an ocean flute, an island flame,
A psalmic lute. For drill to soul, the scroll of pang, the law
Of stone, a zone aflame.    

Telic: tending toward a designed purpose.
Ontic: pertaining to reality opposed to speculation.
Melic: a poem that is sung.
Smaze: smoke and haze.