Envy


It moves like an airborn sickness.
It's the fuel of your darkest desires.
Covetous' green print has marked us all.
It's like the wind, we can see it, yet it remains
invisible. A poison of the mind,
but loves greatest weapon.

Kingdoms have fallen at its feet.
Men and women alike have lost because of it's whisper.
It stays away when love is whole,
but when love is at a lost it's greatest weapon
takes hold.

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Darkness of the heart is often the result of broken light.