Xanthe

Will you spend, a world of golden gain, learning to give, or dance on other’s bones, in shameful ways, then act the holy one, against your friends, all fires blaze away, who do you think wins, awash in groans, sheltered from the rain, you'll reside forever alone, chained to your ends, everyone paying, for dreams torn to shreds, if you listen real close, they’ll have their say, cry when the wind blows, then fly away.