balmy island
(The three human desires)
In the shadows where our secrets lie,
Three figures linger, as dreams pass us by.
Envy, a specter with emerald eyes,
Wears a mask of beauty, where longing lies.
She weaves her threads in the minds of men,
Turning joy to bitterness again and again.
“Why not me?” her haunting voice weaves,
As she cradles dreams like autumn leaves.
Lust, a flame with a flickering tongue,
Sings a siren’s song where the wild are young.
With a touch like fire, he tempts and he taunts,
In the depths of desire, his shadow flaunts.
He promises ecstasy, a fleeting embrace,
But leaves only ashes in his reckless chase.
The thrill fades fast; the heartache is raw,
A restless hunger that craves for more.
Greed, a glutton in a gilded cage,
Counts his treasures, yet feels no sage.
His fingers are stained with the gold he holds,
Yet his soul is barren, his heart grows cold.
“More,” he whispers, with a ravenous grin,
But the emptiness grows, where contentment should win.
He builds his towers, but they crumble and crack,
For the more he possesses, the less he looks back.
Together they weave, a tapestry gray,
Binding us tight in their merciless play.
Each whispered promise fades into despair,
As we drown in the weight of the burdens we bear.
Envy, Lust, Greed—heavy chains on our souls,
Shaping our lives into unfillable holes.
In the quietest moments, we grapple with strife,
Haunted by choices that carve through our life.
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