The dark prince of Avarice awoke from his deep slumber
He gazed upon the superfluous baroque styling of his palace
Searching the gloriously empty passageways with a deep longing
His vision shot past the frivolous luxuries of his former life
In near despair he searched for the one thing he coveted
The quintessential completion of his proverbial soul
He searched for her, his Veela of perpetual adoration
But he was all alone in his superfluous palace
With only his memories of a thousand wrongs to haunt him














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I refuse to be any less than myself. I will not be more than myself. I will simply be me, and at the end of the day, that is the best I can hope for.
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Life is far too important to be taken seriously.
-Oscar Wilde
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