Dragon-Sickness

Feel the hunger, of the dragon's gold A monstrous craving, that can not be controlled Mortal minds overtaken by rage A mortals destiny, upon a Dragon's stage Burning brighter with each hoarded grain The dragon's sickness affords you only pain Ascendant souls ready for their hearse To gorge on gold is the Dragon's Curse Haunting fortunes lost to legend and myth Yield to temptation, such beautiful gifts Alluring nostalgia renders you blind A decay of sanity, embrace the dragon-mind Greed, it fills my every thought For gold, I'd kill and leave you to rot Mortality has all but crumbled away My world has turned from color to grey The hoards so large and all mine to behold So much to desire, so much to control Beloved friends who were once so true Where once were many, yet now are few Mountains of gold and rivers of jewels I thought I was King, yet I am the fool In this great hall alone, I feast This hoard I've tamed now harbors a beast Gold-sick and ill of greed, This horrible madness will never recede Indiscriminate wrath with a power grand No limits in sight for my morbid demands