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In the sanctum of souls where whispers abide,

“More, yet ever more,” the silent halls cried,

Love’s innocence lost to the greed’s siren song, Where the pulse races fast, and the yearnings grow strong.

She craved not his presence, but the gleam of his coin,

“More, yet ever more,” her clandestine design,

Her osculations, though honeyed, with rapacity fraught, In the clasp of excess, the true essence forgot.

He lavished upon her, not stardust, but ore,

“More, yet ever more,” rang hollow to the core,

His pledges, opulent, yet bereft of worth, For in the vaults of excess, the vows faced dearth.

Side by side they reclined in their sumptuous berth,

“More, yet ever more,” as affection faced dearth,

Their gazes not meeting, but on treasure poured, In the dominion of excess, the ties of love ignored.

They stripped their regalia, their fortunes forsook,

“No more, no more,” their somber souls shook,

In the gloom of their greed, they found their despair, For at the end, it’s avarice that strips the heart bare.

They lay in their chamber, their treasures deplete,

“No more, no more,” their laments repeat,

In the cold of their longing, they faced their doom, For in the grave of greed, love finds no room.