Lusting of the suns own shining
setting soon to ruby red
lost within his emerald envy
the Lady rises from his bed
Each night she leaves him to the darkness
gold and gems raped of their might
burried within their cold and hardness
quaking for the morning light
Bedazzled by the spark of diamonds
stricken by the flash of gold
meager thought be there for misers
now this Lady's tale be told