If I

O quatrain, if I would, could you?
Aren't we fancy-free?
Bolt, shock through! O baby blue!
Firewalk with me!

Ravine behind, seen in dream?
Houses of the old.
Tend thy garden on the beam!
Terror, strike them cold.

Fateful fire, thy fury.
Scurrying rat, mad mink.
Blizzard, spent in flurries?
Dragon, firebake. Bad brink.

Fates Three, Muses Nine, pain. Pine?
Dark fire, black thy shine.
Glisten, wound in back. Boil, brine.
Vampire, on death dine.

Torments of the damned? Hail, home.
Let out on the loam.
Thunder, roll above the dome.
Black bound bell and tome.

Doom, loom over. Sibyl, sense.
Golem, got sixpence?
Death-flame, burning. Manse, incense.
Recoil, confidence. 

Monopolize, monologue.
Metropolis, maim.
Prick, my nerves. Human race, cog?
Downpour to disclaim.

Wren, wind. Weathervane, point. Seek.
Glow, O gibbous moon.
Plaque o'er door of boneyard, speak.
Float, O my balloon...
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