Thus the Ghost

My waking love, a rabid verse, a phantom flame, a tragic
Curse. And thresh the light, the trek of death, a mortal tear,
A feyic breath. And thus the ghost, alive the soul, a sagic
War, a vision bold. My waking love, a triple beat, my heart
Afflux, my pain asleep. And sky to flame, the face of fate,
A destined myth, the kiss of faith. My waking love, a
Phantom force, a tacit ache, a vicious course. And thus the
Ghost, alive the soul, a sagic war, a vision bold.

My waking love, a rabid verse, a phantom flame, a tragic
Curse. And pain alive, the wraith of flight, a private tomb, a
Violet light. My waking love, the stars aflame, a touch of
Grief, and spirit bane. And thus the ghost, alive the soul, a
Sagic war, a vision bold. For daily death, the arc of life,
A phantom love, a sea of strife.

Rabid: extreme.