[aVorbiss]: 642.Poetry.Sonnet I

In the vicious discontent of my heart
I find what was once one is now apart.
Can it be that these two doves share a nest?
Where the twigs that others have placed molest
And cause within me this fleeting protest.

I run as a fox from the hunting hound
In my mind that is forever bound,
As a fish condemned to ocean's black depths,
Sending forth such blasphemous, bubbling breaths,
Just as we are all childish, brainless Seths.

Lords of Chaos that take what we create,
Predestine its destruction and its fate.
And I know that in all land, sea, and air
I will always fall before my despair.