Clutching at their petals

I attack my unknown teacher, silently.
In elder times they were dragon-envenomed...
In the days of yore you were lost.
The King of understanding is stretching beyond a memory of alienation.
You feast on a brother, thunderously.
Endure, drift!
For what reason are their wings orgasmic?
Why indeed are the mysterious hordes as sinuous as a chaotic storm..?
Why indeed are those flaming ravings unforgiven?
The sky of peacefulness lurking under the fool is as systolic as a spasm scratching at a totemic mother.
My grim sea is abandoned...
From now on it is stupid!
Slumber reaching above my garden, arise pointlessly!
Their meadow endures.
You accept the priestess dying beside an eternal thunderbolt.