Chimera, part 1

Another update:
Suzanne read this and called me wondering if I was okay (or if I was sucidal). Just one note, this isn't from my point-of-view. It's looking through a fictional character's eyes. Sorry, Hon. Aside from being tired, I'm perfectly fine.

(Updated with 2 more verses)

I don't know why I'm even trying this but I've lately been inspired to write a (sort-of) epic poem or a poem that tells a story. So here's the first 5 verses. They will be followed by more and, hopefully, in the end a story will be told. (Apologies for the breast-related metaphor.)

Chimera

1.
See now the scar in rock
The ragged tear in cliff, my path
Fingers fumble, they clutch, they grasp
Arm’s sinews tick like the work of a clock
Air sucked like a child and breast so locked
And watch the inches drag away and pass

2.
Stubbled clouds stack the sky in slate
Throwing snow petals to pattern the soil
Now caught by wind and turned in a cauldron boil
And there the mountain spear and sky mate
“Come and see the cold light generates.”
Says your voice or only the distant thunder roll

3.
Chimera, did your hand?
Your forge form the precipice?
Or knife cut the crevice?
Or mill grind the rocks to sand?
Did the fingers that drew mountain from land
pull tight the wires of my wrist?

4.
Soul, no longer muse, for I have sworn
To cast him from the cliffs and see his fire fade
He who dug the pit will also low be laid
Hero, the earth has made me so and I will not scorn
the path that paws of beasts have yet only worn
“Come and see the life death made.”

5.
Guinevere, her kisses calmed, feet no longer tread
Her voice, a bell of mercy, in these silent hills
Her fingers smoothing frost from a pane so chilled
Dashing like a deer on our path, she led
Sudden as a laugh, sharing in my bed
With her waters and whispers, dry riverbeds filled