The hoard

in a dream (just a dream)
billions was i worth
and what did i love, what did I buy?
to the Louvre did i go
and made them offers they couldn’t refuse
I gathered treasures i could not create
and hung them in my great hall
that i did not build
and thought all would envy me
but the joy lasted a second
and the desire of envy poisoned it
Alone i awoke, cursed and abandoned,
for the things i had coveted to myself.

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