Without Will

When I lived in a room I dreamed of a castle in the sky. I ceded only to Hoped, In golden gladness, in the trickle trickle only heard in a vacant house. With sapphire sadness I Wished, whose sound was quiet as a door mouse I Desired with emerald envy that was loud as a knife yearning for substance to slice. And I Wanted in a rising carnelian Cain stalking his Abel. Born was the leviathan twisted by Pure Hope a deadly poison.