Boxes of gold rings and gems
rounds and ingots pouches of dust
jade cups with platinum stems
worrying about moths and rust
act like I know what really counts
oh I do but I want treasure
of the glittery sort in vast amounts
stored up piled up without measure
forgive me for a dragon's heart
for not appreciating
for letting it all in my art
of poisoning my creating
what
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