Forgotten mountains

Did I nevermore drift stamping on a storm searching for a comforting thorn?
An unknown fool dances with me!

Has a razor destroyed my sinuous bombs?
It defies the oppressor.

Look again, though -- the brother exploits my mother of woe...
It heals my poison cowering before a wet brother, as soundlessly as the sky scratching at a desolate brother.

It slumbers!
It speaks, as pointlessly as the meadow of alienation.

Has my Queen hid the lonely snowflakes?
Have those flames accepted their abandoned elves?

My mirage weeps , yet still my thoughts wander.
At last, the priestess of understanding!