In shadows deep, where envy lies,
A heart concealed with silent cries,
It watches close, with piercing eyes,
And yearns for what it can’t disguise.

The emerald flame, it burns so bright,
Consuming dreams in darkest night,
It whispers tales of others’ might,
And feeds on sorrow, out of sight.

A seed of green in fertile ground,
It grows in silence, without sound,
Until it wraps and tightly bound,
The soul it grips, profoundly found.

But in the light, it fades away,
The envy lost, no longer stays,
For truth and love, in bright array,
Will chase the green-eyed ghost away.