Riches

…end in rust.

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Glittering, the heartblood of the earth, O treasure cherished,
Like water-gleam in crevices infused, her vibrant art’ries;
Ornaments, adornments finely wrought and deftly flourished,
Splendour of majesty, sun’s repose, soft light unblemished:

As the starlight ebbs, the moonlight wanes, the sunlight, bleeding, dies,
Thou shalt end in rust.