In shadows deep, a tempest brews,
A fire unquenched, a rage that stews.
I am the storm, the lightning's kiss,
The clenched fist, the abyss.
When silence breaks, my fury roars,
A symphony of shattered doors.
Beware, for wrath wears many masks,
And vengeance dances in the dusk.

In vaults of gold, my heart resides,
A dragon's hoard, where longing hides.
I crave the stars, the moon's embrace,
Yet never sate, I chase the trace.
I am the hunger, the insatiable void,
Counting coins, my soul destroyed.
For wealth, I'd sell my very breath,
But riches mock me in their death.

I lounge in shadows, draped in dusk,
A lethargy that veils my trust.
The clock ticks slow, the world spins by,
Yet I remain, unmoved, awry.
Dreams slip through fingers, like sand,
As sloth's embrace numbs every gland.
I am inertia, the silent decay,
A moth entangled in its own gray.

Behold the mirror, polished bright,
Where vanity and ego take their flight.
I strut, adorned in self-made crowns,
A peacock's plumage, my...