The Mercurial Quest
Quicksilver, with your silent sandal foot steps,
You dart about like a hummingbird grown restless.
You feed off the need of frenzied dreams.
Flights of fancy are the calling card for your attention.
As a sonnet song bright with solar brilliance
Your cunning ways can confound or scorch the seeker.
You beguile with a smile and sap their energy's strength
Away into your pursuits.
You laugh and cast back those who are not resolute.
To those devoted towards you as a hermetical host
An unbridled explosion may come with a last welcome note.
Once caught in the violent upheaval of your snare's bide
Your savage cunning is neither seen, understood nor denied.
If one listen's close they will hear the Sun's awesome celestial process
With Mercury the nuclear conductor playing the music of the spheres.
Upon the naked waiting canvas, many brilliant minds you'll inspire.
You build your student up with gross inspiration, then steal back your fire
For those lives misspent in grand pursuit of the Mercurial Quest
You are like the sea of old sailors, with sirens welcoming thier ship,
Like a night's lighthouse, thier vessel is drawn to dash against your cliffs.
Through your path with all it offers, the World is but an unwelcome guest.
You dart about like a hummingbird grown restless.
You feed off the need of frenzied dreams.
Flights of fancy are the calling card for your attention.
As a sonnet song bright with solar brilliance
Your cunning ways can confound or scorch the seeker.
You beguile with a smile and sap their energy's strength
Away into your pursuits.
You laugh and cast back those who are not resolute.
To those devoted towards you as a hermetical host
An unbridled explosion may come with a last welcome note.
Once caught in the violent upheaval of your snare's bide
Your savage cunning is neither seen, understood nor denied.
If one listen's close they will hear the Sun's awesome celestial process
With Mercury the nuclear conductor playing the music of the spheres.
Upon the naked waiting canvas, many brilliant minds you'll inspire.
You build your student up with gross inspiration, then steal back your fire
For those lives misspent in grand pursuit of the Mercurial Quest
You are like the sea of old sailors, with sirens welcoming thier ship,
Like a night's lighthouse, thier vessel is drawn to dash against your cliffs.
Through your path with all it offers, the World is but an unwelcome guest.
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