In shadows deep, where desires weave,
A heart consumed by endless greed,
No wealth or gold can it appease,
Forever lost in want and need.

The riches fall through fingers thin,
Yet hunger grows so deep within,
Each treasure sought, a fleeting prize,
In pursuit of what, the soul denies.

The eyes that shine with longing bright,
Reflect a void, devoid of light,
For in the quest to own it all,
The spirit fades, begins to fall.

Oh, fleeting joy of hollow gain,
A bitter taste, a lasting pain,
Until the heart learns to release,
And finds in less, a perfect peace.