Two Worlds or One

A volume beat, a subtle mist, a whisper soft, a spirit flinch.
And phantom night, a diamond spark, the lilt of blood, a
Silent lark. My soul to flight, aloft the dead, a sudden thump,
A gothic red. And vatic  thought, a proper guess, a rhythm
Hunch, a cryptic test. For heart to pang, a wisdom flare, the
Dance of wolves, the reign of prayer. But ghosts aflame,
Alive the death, the smaze  of love, aflare the flesh. And tear
To tar, the scar of fate, a dream alive, a near escape.

A volume beat, a subtle mist, a whisper soft, a spirit flinch.
And phantom light, a cultic cave, the grave of life, the wife
Of flame. My soul to pain, the wave of ghosts, a human
Source, a spirit pulse. And haunted breath, the wake of faith,
A state aloof, a garret  wraith. For heart to pang, a wisdom
Flare, the dance of wolves, the reign of prayer.
 
Vatic: related to prophecy.
Smaze: smoke and haze.
Garret: an attic. Used here as a trope for the mind.