Thetic Muse

To flit and waft, my thetic muse, the breadth of light, a mystic
Fuse. And sutra flame, a phrenic volt, the waves of ka, the ba
Afloat. And zenic flare, an omic seal, an antre born, a ferric
Kiln. My dellic spark, a crystal wand, my zest and zeal, my
Mystic pond. And cult to heart, a welkin torch, the soul ablaze,
A telic force. But keel aflame, the futures grim, my tears of
Joy, my priceless gem. And epoch love, a swamic grey, the
Pulse of drums, the flames of fey.

To flit and waft, my thetic muse, the breadth of light, a mystic
Fuse. And nib to arc, the ferric sky, the voice of ghosts, and
Photic pride. And lotic streams, infuse the words, the flames of
Fey, the flight of birds. My trestle wave, a thetic twinge, a
Melic verse, a cryptic den. And cult to heart, a welkin torch, the
Soul ablaze, a telic force.