From Abundance born, an heir
Only the best and brightest
The world places at his feet
Nothing less accepts Luxury
All excess could never satisfy him
What you possess, insufficient
There is always something more
Food, clothes, money, love
To fill the hole in your soul
A thousand eyes searching for any flaw
even a minute crease or a speck of dust
Is not allowed to dim his glow
Desire bows to his master
A vision in a pearly gown
His addicting touch a drug
A compulsion, an obsession
Impossible to let him go
And he knows is not the sin
But what you make of it all
That which for some may be no more
Than the dullest, simplest rock,
For others is a treasure, a boon
More precious than gems and gold.
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Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams
Poetry"Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams" welcomes you to the Dreamscape, one of the most wonderful and dangerous planes in all the Omniverse. Written in the form of verses ─for poetry is the only way to make sense of dreams ─ this book introduces the den...
