Greed

The river of blood chimes through
The ravaged lands once so true
The raven alone now watches
The rising sun amidst burning torches.

Evil smiles through the face of the pretty
Ever searing eyes behold this horror gritty
Even self – she saunters along
Evidence sure of a soul pillaged long.

Wink of her eyes – men killed
Will of hers alone they now obeyed
Well of all their desires she was
Wise old men none to point the abyss


Now she admires her power cruel
Never scenic and in this she reviles
Nearer Styx, now this place drifts
No sun shall ever be seen here adrift.
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Greed is what some call her
Generous is she in this world once dear
Game is she – a contagious one
Guard is she of evil’s own domain.