But Wretched Fate

My phantom love, alive the flame, a morbid slant, a rhythm
Vain. And wicked whet, a wretched pulse, a petit tear, a
Garret ghost. My phantom love, a psychic feat, a mystic
Pier, a cultic pleat. And fair to love, a goddess minx, a
Gracile shrine, a vixen sphinx. My phantom love, a violet
Hive, a fallin’ moon, a flame to fly. And spear to heart, a
Cryptic tale, a myth of love, a rustic dell. But wretched fate,
An omen bear, the claw of death, a fragile hair.

My phantom love, alive the flame, a morbid slant, a rhythm
Vain. And privy pain, a private maze, a sylph alive, a serfic
Cave. My phantom love, an attic star, a passion born, an
Orb ajar. And spirit spell, a secret wave, a ploy to feel, a
Sacred flame. But wretched fate, an omen bear, the claw
Of death, a fragile hair. 

Morbid: melancholic.
Whet: stimulated with desire.
Wretched: an unhappy state.
Petit: small.
Garret: attic: a trope for the mind.
Minx: a flirtatious woman.
Gracile: a thin built.
Vixen: a female fox; a trope for a witty woman.
Sylph: a spirit; a slender woman.
Serfic: a serf, which is a slave.
Attic: a trope for the mind.
Orb: a globe.