The Beauty of Greed

Latent strings bound by Gold
Screech the echo of times long past

Each era burned
Flames of dread
The psychotic dance of that same figure, that shadow

Eyes, a Flame
Rising higher

Mesmerized
his graceful motion

Mesmerized
his haunting strings
His Melting Strings of Gold

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