In shadows deep, where darkness lies,
A serpent coils with gleaming eyes.
It whispers tales of what’s unseen,
And feeds the heart on envy’s green.

Beneath the stars, a silent plea,
For what is yours, I long to see.
A burning ache within my chest,
To never let my soul find rest.

Your laughter echoes in my ear,
Each joyous note, a blade of fear.
For in your glow, I see my lack,
And envy turns my world to black.

Yet through this prism, clear and bright,
Perhaps I’ll find a guiding light.
To turn this envy into grace,
And find contentment in my place.