A Poem about MONEY in Edgar Allan Poe Style by Amde assisted by AI

Once upon a midnight dreary, in the land of cold despair,

I pondered on a subject that consumed the air.

Money, oh money, thy grip so tight,

A tale of greed and darkness, a chilling plight.

In vaults of silver and gold, the riches laid,

But at what cost, beneath the masks displayed?

For money's allure, a sinister embrace,

Can lead men to madness, a haunting disgrace.

In the pursuit of wealth, they lose their way,

In shadows deep, their souls decay.

The lust for more, an endless abyss,

They clutch at treasures, but find only abyss.

Money, a specter haunting every thought,

Corroding hearts and morals, leaving naught.

In cold calculation, it measures worth,

Yet blinds their eyes to beauty's gentle birth.

Like ravens perched upon a gilded shore,

They hunger for more, forevermore.

But as the coffers swell, their spirits wane,

Trapped in a web of torment and disdain.

The trappings of success, a cruel façade,

They build their castles, but their souls are flawed.

For what is gold, if joy it cannot buy?

And what is wealth, if it brings but a sigh?

Oh, money, thou art a devil in disguise,

A master of deception, in greed's disguise.

Beware its whispers, its tempting lure,

For it can poison hearts and souls impure.

In shadows deep, where secrets lie,

Money's reign perpetuates its lie.

But let us not succumb to its dark embrace,

Let love and compassion be our saving grace.

For in the end, when life's curtain draws near,

It's not the treasures amassed that we hold dear.

But the moments shared, the love we give,

A legacy of kindness, in which we truly live.

So let us break free from money's hold,

And find solace in treasures untold.

For in the depths of our souls, we'll find,

That true wealth lies in love, forever entwined.