Jealous?

This was a bit of jealousy... can't you tell?

Archaic is that of jealousy
Jumping about with boisterous wings
Pushing from the part of me
Permeated in lore of many things

Scalding, the words that this one speaks
In the confines of this one's peak
Outside voice, pitched so sweet
As perception and being seek
Separate roads that never meet

But this was never to be so
They cross each other and they do know
Chaos comes from two that grow
Severed from the one's now cold

Sights before the eyes do spark
A hatred stirring deep and dark
A voice now speaks dismal, harsh,
To those of means, and pure hearts

Friendship is always meant to last
It's discarded when things of past
Reach the mind of this dear lass
Who's left with nothing but broken glass,
Ancient memories, now to trash,
Lugging around that big ole' mass,
The spell of jealousy that's been cast.