Basing on Blake

Quench quench wanhopes ?
oh holy light –
 
possessed of day
where spirits stray
 
cannot in itself
destroy or complete
 
near shades of extortion
where sorrows meet.
 
Timeless rallies
buck, stagger & ween –
 
cavort with terror
like an arsenal – for freedom?
 
Old weapons reload
propriate oceans of sky
 
the waterwheel flows –
Swoons, wuthers, outrides!
 
Bloody-minded
make mudhole,
 
sudden game ball
bounds out –
 
Treason whorls
& rejolts
 
turns a bulls-eye
stark wild.
 
Beauty scurrying
from the mayhem
 
lies delinquent, in wait –
for deceits
 
snapping thunderbolts
to spasmodically dissipate.
 
As sorrow aches
to trust –
 
and anguish turns
to lust.