Anima

From My Sweet Anima,
Come Forth The Terse Words.
Of Petty Spiral Destruction.
Upon Solemn Recognition.

Save My Sweet Anima,
For Veiled Is His Affection.
Indicted By Percipience.
Yet Antonym To His Travesty.

Thought Thy Sweet Anima,
Arcane Of Her Rational.
Anathema's Princess,
No Longer In Perdition.