Gold, Black And Coal

Chosen of all the solds,

Shaped inside many folds.

Subtle and had submissive hold,

A mystic luster of the mold.

The black was stealthy dark,

The gold liberated every arch.

It was sparkle inside the lark,

It shone like the truth's mark.

A greed embraced splatter,

Black advanced in matter.

Broke in coal as shreds and tatter,

Envious of it made the latter.

Hitherto it was clear,

If happiness was sear.

Shingles of gold became tear,

And the black rode fear.

So envy one of a kind,

Had liaisons with the auric bind.

And as it spread from each hind,

It had still, a gilt hope to find.