In the shadowed halls of yearning deep,
Where whispers of desire do creep,
A thirst unquenched, a hunger wide,
In the heart where greed resides.

The golden gleam, the silver’s shine,
Possessions gathered, all that’s mine,
Yet more I crave, and more I seek,
In endless want, the spirit weak.

Vast empires built on fragile ground,
With towering dreams that know no bound,
But emptiness lies at the core,
A hollow void that cries for more.

Oh, greed, thy grip is cold and tight,
A ceaseless chase through day and night,
In pursuit of what can never be,
The soul enslaved, never free.