The weight of the gold
Feels heavy in my hands
And heavier still in my heart
But it is light as a feather
Within my own mind
In the mountains of thought
In the land of my dreams.

The feel of the gold
It chills my body
And my mortality
But the fire it creates
Burns up my soul
And leaves the ashes
To blow away in the wind

The uncertainty o the thing
Makes me almost distrust
It’s shimmering greatness
But I do not turn away
Or cease my loyalty
For what can resist
The light of the gods?