In the depths of shadowed dreams,
Lies a hunger, fierce and wide,
It whispers promises of gleam,
Yet leaves the soul untied.

The golden coins, they shimmer bright,
Like stars in endless night,
But in their shine, they steal the sight,
Of peace and gentle light.

Hands grasp for more, never still,
In fields of plenty, barren hearts,
A thirst unquenched, a void to fill,
As greed its poison imparts.

Oh, to find enough in less,
To break the chains of want,
Yet greed, a silent, haunting guest,
In every corner, it will haunt.