In the heart of night where whispers grow,
A restless shadow begins to sow,
Dreams of gold and endless might,
Blinding souls with its tempting light.

It dances on the edge of need,
Transforming want into consuming greed,
A hunger that devours the soul,
Never sated, never whole.

The world turns gray as it spreads its wings,
Promises of joy that sorrow brings,
A fleeting moment, a hollow chase,
Leaving behind an empty space.

Yet in the silence, a whisper calls,
Beyond the greed, beyond the walls,
A gentle touch, a softer plea,
Reminding hearts of what can be.